The fat man scrunched his grizzly white beard. “If I may speak…” he started. The Honourable Judge Barbara Bluth sternly interjected. “No, you may not.” “…but I only have tonight to deliver…” “Another peep and you’re heading to the slammer. It’s bad enough I have to be here on Christmas Eve.” “…but you don’t have jurisdiction…” “You were subpoenaed in New York, Mr. Klaus, not the North Pole.” An instant murmur travelled around the gallery.