Within minutes, I’m arrested, fingerprinted, cuffed, and dragged into the Dictator’s courtroom for my trial. It doesn’t take more than a quick look around this place to realize—I’m not just in a little trouble here. I’m in lots and lots (and lots) of it.
“This court is now in session!” the judge booms out. “Will the prosecution please call its first witness?”
“Your Honor, we call Rafe Whatchamacallit.”
“Khatchadorian,” I say.
“OVERRULED!” the judge says, and they drag me over to the witness stand.