Galaxy-Man had a grand total of no dollars and zero cents to pay for a proper attorney, so he unfortunately represented himself. With Cherry close behind, he staggered his way into the courtroom, 17 minutes late and noticeably recovering from a monstrous hangover. He may have even been a little drunk. His hair was a tangled nightmare and his skin was as greasy as the bits of bacon in his teeth. He had slept late and came as he was, no shower and black stubble on his face. He wore two flip flops that almost matched, cargo shorts that started life as pants, and a lime green “Legalize it” V-neck shirt with cutoff sleeves. The man certainly didn't look his Sunday best.