Outside the paprefu lies the nether. In the nether there are endermen and snakes and viles and stakes. Stick and stones and puppy dog tails. Sugar and spice and everything nice. It's all there. But what isn't there? Love. You need the paprefu to have love. Otherwise you have static. Stagnant static that picks up noises on radio signals.

Norman Holmes had enough evidence. He was going to trial today. What he had collected had been found and what he had not collected had been lost. His memories were scattered, but coherent enough to show the truth. What was the truth? You may ask. Well, let the jury decide.

Judge, jury and executioner. Norman paled at the thought. Why couldn't there be a disconnect? No one person should have such power. Power corrupts. Corruption, while some may deem is necessary, is not necessary. It is vile and wrong and boiled and Hongmeng would disapprove.

In dreams Norman pictures himself in the court case, giving his opening statement. The opposing defendant gives their opening statement as well and everything proceeds in order. Turns taken, gears turned, turned turnips.

You have to till the soil to get a good yield.

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