Summation & Cakewalk

DORSEY: This angel met her end on the concrete floor of the sweatshop Where she toiled away her childhood fastening erasers to pencil caps For ten pennies an hour. She died a noble death without a splotch or blemish upon her Your Honor, I've done my duty; I have no apologies to make. There will be but one verdict in this trial: GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY! JUDGE ROAN: Gentlemen of the Jury, have you reached a verdict? FOREMAN: Yes, sir, we have, Your Honor. JUDGE ROAN: How say you? FOREMAN: Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.