“Your honor, today I will prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that my client could not have murdered that space person.  He wasn't even in that quadrant of the universe at the time, and his hands are so malnourished from space diabetes that it’s impossible he could even hold a space knife.” 

It’s just another day in the life of Chris Wood: Space Lawyer. 

Hours of Space Lawyering later, the verdict is finally read.

 

“Not Guilty.”

 

“That’s right, motherfucker!”  Chris Wood shouts across the courtroom, seemingly to no one in particular.

 

“It’s just some good old fashioned Space Justice!” Chris Wood says, as he grabs his space briefcase and slides down the visor on his space helmet.

 

He electric slides out of the courtroom and gets into his fancy space ship and flies away. 

 

He has a date with the two finest lesbian aliens you’ve ever seen.  Umfglautd and Rebecca.

 

(To Be Continued...)