"Tch, you tell me." Ashton answered, "There I was, walkin' down the street from the liquor store and suddenly all these fuckin' cops show up. Stupid pigs apparently had a warrant for my arrest or some crap like that. Next thing I know I am gettin' my face slammed against the hood of a cop car and they are reading me my rights. I ask them what the fuck I did and this one punk-ass cop who wanted to look tough lifts me back onto my feet, then slams be back down against the hood of the car. He says, 'Shut the fuck up, murderer!' Now I don't have a fuckin' clue about what's goin' on. These cops are bustin' my ass, stealing my money, and arresting me for doing nothin'! After awhile I get to court and apparantly they are arresting me for first degree murder, they say I slit a guy's throat with my butterfly knife. I plead not guilty because I was innocent. Well, somebody bribed some people to say they saw me kill a man, a man who had been missing for a few days. Therew was one guy who claimed we were arguing in a bar, and I am 18, so I ain't even ALLOWED in a fuckin' bar. A woman claimed she saw me slash at the guy with my butterfly knife. Two guys claim they saw me digging somewhere outside of town, where they found the body. They apparantly found the shovel which was used to dig the hole in my closet, which is bullshit because I don't use shovels, EVER. So after all the witnesses testify and the evidence is shown and the attorneys make their final statements, the jury finds me fuckin' guilty. Can you believe that shit? Somebody framed me, and I intend on gettin' home and finding the cocksucker and teach him a goddamn lesson he won't soon forget!" Ashton walked over to the bow of the ship and leaned against the railing, looking at the island as it got ever closer. He then turned back to Justus. "So who'd you kill?" He asked, a bit on edge, "Judging by the blood on your shirt and pants I'd say you weren't framed, unless you're a fuckin' painter and you spilled some on you." Ashton laughed as he said the last part.