As Appius wrapped up his eloquent argument, Albinus was already signaling that the jurors should get straight to deliberations. As they huddled, periodic exclamations could be heard.

"But a contract is a contract!"

"What about the WAR?"

And so on, for several hours. Under the baking sun, Spurius Postumius finally had enough, and clambered down off the tribunal. Storming over to the jury, he demanded a verdict. After several forceful outbursts from both sides of the jury, Spurius threw his hands up in the air, and went back to his tribunal.

"Alright folks. It seems that our jury is beside itself. However, in this instance, I must rule in favor of the defense. Balbo, get the work done as soon as possible. And Vindimanus, you will pay for it! Court is closed!"

~~~~~

Our closest match yet, quite literally - a perfect 50, which gives it to the defense. Congrats Appius!

MAC