Mason had no idea why Miss. Pricklepants was so excited. But he didn't really care either. He just wanted out of that room. Away from the glitter and the bouncy floors. Away from the insanity that was so eager to fry his precious brain cells.

Greensloth? Merlin, this woman was daft. Rolling his eyes slightly, Mason gathered his things. Which consisted of a piece of paper and a pen. "Right then. I'll let you know how it goes." He told the small group with a rather sarcastic smile. Courtroom Ten, got it. Mason repeated in his head, ignoring the insane, whistling woman at all costs. He had no idea what lay ahead.