He stood in his box, beady eyes darting in all directions.
“¿Do you plead guilty?”
Titanium Ant clutched arms to chest. “¿G-guilty o’ what?”
The judge’s brows narrowed. “Attempting terrorism gainst the Wooden Republic.”
“I—I have no idea what you’re talking ’bout, sir. I was just trying to give you all a gift.”
The judge’s eyes darkened. “Yes: the gift o’ a neutron bomb.”
Titanium Ant nodded vigorously. “Yes, sir. That’s all I was trying to give you.”
“¿So you admit you attempted to blow us up?”
Titanium Ant blinked @ him. “Why, yes. ‘Course. ¿Do you not like neutron bombs? I could get something stronger if you want…”
“I won’t have any more o’ your jokes in my court.” The judge banged his gavel. “I sentence you to death.”
Titanium Ant’s heart spun as he was dragged out.
It needn’t. He later laughed all night as he was tickled by some metal stick.
I’ll have to tell the other Titaniums ’bout this brilliant invention.