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Your honor, the jury, witnesses, Mom (hi Mom!), I feel that we the defense team and I the lead defending lawyer-guy have exceeded the standard in proving reasonable doubt that our client, Mr. Thomas Crupville, a pillar of the community, petter of cats, feeder of birds, and falsely accused murderer, did not, would not and, indeed, could not, do the things that he stands accused (as he sits in this very courtroom!) of doing. This heinous crime, of which my client is both not guilty as well as innocent of, is horrifying to you, me, them, and my pie-baking, frail, and elderly mother, Mrs. Defenselawyerguy (hi Mom!), but we have to look past the crime itself and look at the criminal, or possibly criminals, responsible for this reprehensible (as well as illegal!) act, rather than continue this..

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rdfs:label	The defense rests, your honor
rdfs:comment	Your honor, the jury, witnesses, Mom (hi Mom!), I feel that we the defense team and I the lead defending lawyer-guy have exceeded the standard in proving reasonable doubt that our client, Mr. Thomas Crupville, a pillar of the community, petter of cats, feeder of birds, and falsely accused murderer, did not, would not and, indeed, could not, do the things that he stands accused (as he sits in this very courtroom!) of doing. This heinous crime, of which my client is both not guilty as well as innocent of, is horrifying to you, me, them, and my pie-baking, frail, and elderly mother, Mrs. Defenselawyerguy (hi Mom!), but we have to look past the crime itself and look at the criminal, or possibly criminals, responsible for this reprehensible (as well as illegal!) act, rather than continue this..
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abstract	Your honor, the jury, witnesses, Mom (hi Mom!), I feel that we the defense team and I the lead defending lawyer-guy have exceeded the standard in proving reasonable doubt that our client, Mr. Thomas Crupville, a pillar of the community, petter of cats, feeder of birds, and falsely accused murderer, did not, would not and, indeed, could not, do the things that he stands accused (as he sits in this very courtroom!) of doing. This heinous crime, of which my client is both not guilty as well as innocent of, is horrifying to you, me, them, and my pie-baking, frail, and elderly mother, Mrs. Defenselawyerguy (hi Mom!), but we have to look past the crime itself and look at the criminal, or possibly criminals, responsible for this reprehensible (as well as illegal!) act, rather than continue this...this...this witch hunt against my client. "But where do we look?" you, the jury's, wide-open and thoughtful eyes say to me. "Why, look at yourselves!" my honest, hard-working eyes reply, "For within each of us is a monster. Truly, a monster of monstrous proportions". Look within yourselves. You know that I speak the whole truth, nothing but the truth, as well as other things with which the truth is tangentally connected, although at this date and time not in that particular order. You, jury person right there, left no tip for the grease-stained, elbow grease rubbing, greasy waitress down at the Greasy Spoon on the corner (Monster!). You, jury...ist number seven, stole your neighbor's newspaper (Monster!). You denied his children the morning funnies (Monster!). You denied his wife's right to the 'Home' section (Monster!). Worse of all, you denied him the right to do that most American of tasks; reading the paper in the bathroom while pinching one off (Monster!). You make me sick. Sick to my stomach, in fact. Not ten feet away from you, even Mister Prosecutor has turned green with the nausea that comes from being within sight of you. When Mister Prosecutor goes home tonight and his wife, Mrs Prosecutor, asks him how his day went, do you think he will tell her about what he learned about juryguy number seven? I pray to the heavens above that he doesn't, and if you have a decent bone left in that disgusting, criminal body of yours, Mister Juryguy, you'll do the same tonight and every night before you go to bed until the day you die (Monster!).

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