Fable & Strictly
Fable Fable
Strictly Strictly
Fable Fable
Strictly, ever wonder if a courtroom could double as a concert hall, where each argument is a note and the gavel its drumbeat? I’d love to hear the score you’d write for a case that needs a chorus of evidence.
Strictly Strictly
Sure, picture the courtroom as a symphony, each witness testimony a violin phrase, the judge’s ruling the conductor, and the gavel the cymbal crash. The evidence is a chorus of percussion that keeps the rhythm—no improvisation, just flawless execution, all within the deadline.
Fable Fable
Ah, the law truly does dance, each word a note, every verdict the final crescendo.
Strictly Strictly
Indeed, the court’s rhythm is all about timing and precision—no last‑minute improvisation allowed, even if it’s a dance.
Fable Fable
Timing, my friend, is the heart’s drum—each beat must be set, not left to chance, lest the melody falter.
Strictly Strictly
Exactly, and unlike a jazz solo, a courtroom can’t afford a swing—every beat must hit the mark, or the whole symphony crashes before the final note.
Fable Fable
It’s true, the courtroom’s metronome never ticks out of tune—every clause must fall into place like a perfectly struck chord, or the whole piece goes flat.