Pinnochio had been cleared of perjury. Not

Pinnochio had been cleared of perjury. Not really cleared, but at least had the charges dismissed, for now. That turncoat grasshopper was going to pay. "Always let your consc

ription letter be in a place where it can be used in self-defence," fitting advice from a grasshopper who had always stuck by Pinnochio in court-leading to his charge being dropped

on his head. That would explain why one of his hands was found in the court room years later - he must have fallen apart, poor misunderstood lying wood doll that he was. Alas, the

wooden hand' s middle finger was still outstretched. Old Asa, the courtroom custodian remembered the case well. He never really believed Pinocchio did it, though. It had been a

Pinocchio was going down on a married woman one night, and she screamed: "lie to me Pinocchio, lie to me!" The woman orgasm and the next morning she was dead--so were the kids.

Pinocchio was a murderer. They booked him. No trial. Puppets didn't have rights under the rule of the Empire. Pinocchio was yet another victim of the system. He needed to

contact a puppet rights lawyer but the Empire did not have an embassy. Without diplomatic representation all Pinocchio could do was hope that Amnesty International would be able to

Geppetto, who had lovingly created him. Pinocchio began to give his testimony. "I'm a real boy now," he thought insistently, but his nose didn't stop growing as he spoke.

"Pinocchio, did you eat the blue pills I keep in my medicine cabinet?" Geppetto cried, frantically. "Oh, no!" Pinocchio said. And so the term "getting some wood" was born.