Your honor, I must confess. I'm completely innocent in this mess. All I heard about was the cash, and well...the chicken. Yes your honor, I said chicken.
I suppose I should explain myself. It's the smell, really, the greasy slimy smell. I find it so...enticing, like a bee to nectar. One day I walked into the restaurant, and found myself in the middle of a very important meeting. I must admit, I really didn't pay attention to much, except the chicken. Did I mention that hot wings are my favorite?
Honestly, your honest honor, I had no idea I was involved in a terrorist plot until the officer told me so! Now that I've been arrested, do you think the restaurant will still give me free chicken? I really love chicken, especially when it's free.
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