Rémi leaps off of his barstool and stands behind a raised table; it becomes his lectern, and the glass his gavel.
This, Rémi says, this is the easy part. This is what I do, after all! It is my profession! I assign guilt! I am Your Honor!
He pounds the table, clamoring for order where there is nothing but.
Knowledge demands its payment, Rémi says, but isn't it nice when someone else foots the bill.