Lawyers. Lots of them.
One hot-tempered, short-tempered, cranky judge. To quote a very pissed off lawyer, "The monkey that climbed its way into the High-Court, from the lower-court."
Ass fried by cranky, deranged judge.
The law? "Vaat laa?"
Piled up cases.
AC.
Black coats (robes? The Harry Potter kind. Not at all.)
Polyester.
Smell of phenyl.
Gavel.
AIRs.
Books.
Money.
Cash.
Liquid.
Justice? No effing way.
