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When he reached an area about a foot and a half in front of Noah, he stopped abruptly. Without taking his eyes off him, stranger slowly opened his mouth and began to speak.
"You, Noah Paul King, have been brought to highest court in universe, at my request, to tell your truth, and nothing but your truth, so help your God."
His hollow, gruff voice hammered like final nail driven into a coffin.
He paused, and his smile transformed into a devious grin, revealing a distinct set of pearly white teeth. Noah stared in complete bewilderment.
After a moment of desperate search, Noah seized his voice.
Without warning, man erupted in a fit of laughter.
"Okay? Is that all you have to say?"
Noah wiped his sweaty forehead with his shirtsleeve. The stranger grinned, enjoying his anxiety.
"Well, I'm puzzled," Noah replied.
"I bet you are," he laughed.
"I have no idea where I am, and what I am being charged with, and..."
"Wait," stranger interrupted, "its Your God thing, isnt it?"
This has got to be some sort of hallucination, Noah thought.
"I can eliminate your confusion simply," he said. "First of all, you are not on trial. You are here as a witness for Defense. Secondly, it is I, Prosecutor, assigned to trial. And thirdly, this is best part..."
By now, man was snickering devilishly.
"You know term God, that is used to identify Creator?" Noah was not sure if he was asking him a question or making a statement. Feeling dampness behind his neck grow cold, he answered with a blunt, "Yes."
"Well," man said, "I am pleased to inform you that this higher being does in fact exist. You are here not only as a witness, but also as evidence of His creation. You have been assigned with delightful task of defending Him."
Staring intently into his eyes, Noah felt as though he was just caught with his pants down.
After a moment of gathering his thoughts, Noah was overcome with realization that everything he believed in for such a long time was instantly annihilated - road kill.
With all vast knowledge he had acquired over years, only one futile thought emerged: Oops
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