Joan begins his questioning with Mrs. Giant, played by…Glynis. Ha! (Aside to Velcrometer fans: Trash will be so honoured.) Joan asks Glynis to tell her what happened when Jack came to her house. Glynis worries a Kleenex as she relates, "I let him in. He said he was hungry, so I gave him breakfast: eggs, bacon, toast, some juice." Joan: "Big meal. Then what happened?" Glynis: "After my husband came home and went to take his nap, Jack grabbed our golden goose and ran out of the house. My husband chased after him. He loved that goose! He just wanted it back." Glynis gasps and puts her face into her Kleenex.

Grace's turn. She paces around, declaring, "This is about more than a pet goose. This is about oppression. History has shown that the rapacious ruling class will always exploit the poor, unless someone rises up…" Joan objects: "She's making a speech, right?" The judge sustains her objection: "Get off the soapbox and ask a question, Counsellor." Grace: "When Mr. Giant came home, what did you ask Jack to do?" Glynis: "I…I told him to hide in the cupboard!" Grace asks why. Glynis: "My husband was a jealous man. He had a temper!" She covers her mouth with her hands. Grace: "So you were afraid that he would kill Jack, if he saw him." Grace struts back to her table, satisfied. Judge Claymore: "Rebuttal, Ms. Girardi?" Joan says she just has one thing: "Mrs. Giant, you said your husband was napping when Jack snuck out of the cupboard. So when did Mr. Giant wake up?" Glynis: "When Jack was running out with our golden goose. It squawked!" Glynis makes a funny but not especially anserine noise, eliciting titters from the audience. Joan: "So, if Jack hadn't stolen the goose, he would have escaped without ever waking up Mr. Giant, and none of us would be here today…is that correct?" Grace objects: "Leading the witness." The judge overrules her and orders Glynis to answer the question, which she does: "Absolutely. Yes." Joan turns and gives Grace a superior look.

Out in the hallway during the break, the misfit posse wanders up to a refreshment table. Hey! There's Liz, the poster from my site, walking past the table and down the hall, in the tan coat.