Translation:At the Palace of Injustice

Goddammit, what a damn laugh riot there was Tuesday at the Palace of Injustice! That's putting it mildly, you had to see it.

Companions Martinet, Chenal, Mursch, and that curvy broad companion Eliska were at the party. Another pal should've been there too, but he skedaddled and told to the judges to fuck themselves from the other side of the goddamn border.

It was about that big-ass poster they did for May Day, the one called The Colonial Army, and which royally pissed off all the upper class wankers, that the little show went down.

In that poster, the companions, they remembered, advised the Paris rowdies not to shoot at the common folk.

If all the damn cops had followed that good advice, we wouldn't have had the Fourmies massacre.

Martinet spoke a lot. First off, since the joint wasn't packed, and some holy Joes were loitering at the door, he yelled that the session wouldn't start until all the seats were taken. So, looking half pissed off, the dumbasses let the room get jammed to the gills.

Then, Martinet declared he was pleading the court's incompetence, and that he had until six goddamn o'clock in the evening to yap.

Didn't he piss 'em off, goddammit! He only went till three, but the pigs were royally on edge.

He asked 'em where in the goddamn hell they got the right to play judge, to send guys ten times cooler than them to prison, or to the chain gang?

Then he pissed 'em off even more by mocking their mugs and asking them why they dressed like goddamn lobsters, and why they wore pastry molds instead of hats?

He threw so many "whereas this" and "whereas that" legal mumbo jumbo at 'em that my damn guts were churning. They were in a mood to guillotine a whole damn batch of innocents!

When Martinet finished, the justice peddlers stewed over the load of crap he'd dumped on 'em, and naturally, they didn't want to hear any of it. For the time being, they declared themselves ready for the verdict.

Right then and there, Martinet, Chenal, and Eliska cleared out, telling the judges they didn't give a damn about their damn glory and that they were blowing off the proceedings.

Only Mursch remained, who's doing his time as a soldier, and whom the damn blockheads acquitted.

Following that, the goddamn judges slapped a year in the can on Martinet and Chenal, eight months on Sluys, and three months on Eliska.

It was damn near six o'clock when the whole mess was wrapped up.

The hell with it, that story ain't over; since they got nailed for not showing up, we'll take another crack at that shit one of these fine mornings, and that'll be a fresh chance to spit some gobs on the dirty mug of those skirt-wearing bastards.