As a humble Brit, I am not clued up on the American legal system, nevermind our own - so I asked my good friend, the Rt Hon Lord Chief Justice Sooty (seen here with King's Counsel, Sweep, advising our most august monarch on how to hide sausages) on this trial.
Sooty says... What's that, Sooty? No fucking chance? EVERY PENNY, Sooty? Surely not...But what's this? Nikki? Yes I know about the silly cocktails with the silly names, but...What's that, Sooty? Cocktails? A CLIP JOINT? Well that's ONE easy way to make money, but who would act as the muscle?
*INTERJECTION - SWEEP STARTS SQUEAKING*
You really think he could bring himself to do that, m'lord Sweep?
What's that? He could soak up a lot of damage with those fat bitch tits?
*INTERJECTION - SWEEP STARTS SQUEAKING*
No, Sweep, I haven't farted in her vagina and I don't think I'll be be going to prison.
Well, that sums it up - Sooty says he's fucked and the Tomlinson's face a life of fraud to pay the legal costs, selling vaguely-defined sexual services, with threats of violence to those defaulting on payment.
Sucks to be Pat, Sooty says.