You're banned !
But not by me !
I can't be held liable, your Honor !
I merely observe this banishment !
I'm in no way in favor of or against this banishment !
I have no opinion whatsoever !
I'm probably forbidden from opinioning !
I... I... aaaaaaarrrrrgggggghhhhh !
The Constitution must be protected !
Gruumash ! You dare stand in front of this court, with the heinous deeds I purport that you did !
What deeds, you may ask, your Honor ? It's all in the file [with your bribe] !
Gruumash, be banned to the end of the Earth ! because, and I'm sure that you realize that... the Constitution must be protected !
He was the last remnant of an once proud Welsh Celtic tribe of Fomorians' wranglers, reduced to be an accountant at Edimburg.
When the famine struck, he emigrated to America, full of hope and innovative ideas, and, soon after he had disembarked, was gunned down in broad daylight on the streets of New York by an enraged pig's farmer who mistook him for "Poon-Poon" Willy, notorious womanizer and debaucher of married wives.
The moral of this sobering story, gentlemen ?
THE CONSTITUTION MUST BE PROTECTED !