I never get selected for a jury. I don't know why.
I've tried randomly shouting, "You can't handle the truth!" I've taken off my tin foil hat when asked by the bailiff for the third time. To demonstrate my fitness to fulfill an essential role in the justice system, I've asked insightful questions about the relative merits of methods of execution including hanging, lethal injection, firing squad and cannibals. In an attempt to be helpful, I've offered to translate courtroom dialog for the voices in my head. I practice voting by declaring, "Guilty!" whenever my name is called. Finally, I've tried making small talk with the other prospective jurors by asking them if they've ever wondered what it would be like to roll around, wrapping themselves up in loose, freshly peeled skin. What? It's a good ice-breaker.
I don't get it.