(Walks in swiftly, affixing his cuff links and straightening his tie. The smalle tales on his blue suit flapped behind him as he walked forward, his red hair slicked back in an abnormally pointed way.
Kicking the door, he waltzes in to the middle of the group and slams a paper down on his desk which is conveniently present desk.)
https://objection.mrdictionary.net/go.php?n=7929913
To be fair to the case at hand,
I've not been here to express in a grand,
State of mind or state of being,
My opinions from what I've been seeing.
You're worried about Mr. Bid00f,
Are his claims about Klippy now fullproof?
But without further knowledge,
There's no way to call it,
As his claims may be false and aloof.
So after returning from two days so ill,
I ask that you hear now my will,
Kill off the HM slave,
See if murder he did crave,
If not then next Klippy we'll kill.
By going one at a time,
In glorious rhyme,
We take a large risk,
But view it like this,
One is the truth-teller,
One is the liar,
If both have to die,
Then we'll root out a crier.
A crier for Blarzigord,
The mafia's child,
Make both of them die,
And the mafia goes wild.
For most likely, one of theirs is now dead.
Understand my logic and hopefully you'll agree with what I've said.
So in the pursuit of justice and future proof,
[EXECUTE]GreyBidoof
And if innocent he seems to be,
Well then we'll just kill Klippy.