Milton Fletcher's face was quite unsightly, pale as a sheet of paper.
He remained silent for a long time until the judge reminded him to continue his testimony. Finally, he spoke again, "I... I stepped on it, the beer, it poured out from its mouth, and then, I stepped a few more times, its belly was swollen, like a bouncy ball, making a creaking noise each time I stepped... more beer flowed out..."
Towards the end, he seemed unable to continue, likely realizing that his actions defied social morals. Milton Fletcher gritted his teeth and looked at the old lady in her seat, "I was a bit drunk at the time, I am very sorry..."
"Half a can of beer makes you so drunk that you lose control of your actions, Mr. Milton Fletcher?" Purple Summers asked indifferently, "How many times did you step on it?"
Milton Fletcher was silent, then after a moment, still shook his head, "I can't remember..."
The judge couldn't help but ask him, "Can't remember because it was too many times?"
