When an accused murderer pulls the ācrazy cardā and tries to convince law enforcement and everyone else that he did what he did because he was obeying a barking Labrador retriever, or anything equally absurd, who ostensibly told him that he must kill.
Iām here to defend this poor, innocent gentleman who has suffered all his life with the dreaded Son of Sam Syndrome; he is the victim, Your Honor, as he for years since his boyhood, has been followed by small weasels telling him to do the most heinous of things.