STENCIL: THE ART OF JUSTICE "the last gasp of summer is an ashen ember," Judge Judy says, "hurry up, Mr. Tallywhack, before I get old." Tallywhack: "why you got no gavel, judge?" Judy: "that's Miss Judge to you. can't you see my lace collar? my husband and I are going through a trial separation. my tongue is my gavel, you nitwit." Tallywhack covers his mouth with his cupped fingers as he says, "oh, shit. I love being here." stacks of paper arrive in front of Byrd. Byrd: "I don't know what to do with this shit." Judy: "sten, call the minutes." Melnitz pushes her fancy typewriter away from her short pencil skirt and high strapful heels. Judy: "that's a fancy toaster you got there, Nitz. whoa, I can still see your blouse!" Melnitz ruffles her red hair, adjusts her glasses, files her nails on an emery board, takes out a pencil she sharpened from chewing on it, begins drawing shapes in the air, and sighs, "they ain't implants. do we got enough armory? I wish I were named Irma like the rest of my family-business members." Byrd: "first case on the docket: people vs. I don't know, it got lost in this pile of paperwork. fuck this shit..."