Things are a little quiet around the base camp today, O Hangnail of Horus! As you know, things did not Go Well in the courtroom, and the Large-Jawed Woman spent the other evening consuming mass amounts of cheesy snacks and drinking many cans of something the humans Californians refer to only as "PBR", which causes enormous eructations. I have to admit, thanks to a lot of garments called Spanxx, which she wore underneath her chosen outfit, the Large-Jawed Woman did not stand out in any way when she attended the hearing. There were two women in the hallways as she entered that I have seen before at these events, one dressed very well by Terran standards and the other a bit sad, and holding candle. The well-dressed one said audibly, "Mitz is gonna plotz, I think she's actually wearing a bra for once!", but we went in before I could hear anything else. Nothing really went all that well for the Large-Jawed Woman, however. The Judge kept rolling her eyes when the Large-Jawed Woman spoke, and finally ordered her to produce evidence that her life had been threatened, but not until next month, so I don't think the Judge thought the threat was imminent or anything. It was more like she had no choice after the Large-Jawed Woman suddenly blurted out that another human had told her he would kill her. Thank the Five Eyes of Thoth that she didn't get to talking about space aliens! On the way out a human handed her a paper summoning her to a hearing, but she didn't say anything until we were alone in the house. "Sumbitch!" was all she said before she crumpled it up and threw it against the wall and popped the first PBR. Anyway, that's the news, O Fanny Pack of the Divine Overlords. She's still in bed. The usual outfit, just those teeny pajama bottoms riding up to reveal vast amounts of buttocks (she did manage to peel the Spanxx off, although it took about an hour and I had to lend a claw). But from the sound of the snoring I think it will be awhile before she arises. Your faithful and unworthy Minion, Illuminati