Jamal tries to tune in the radio to a good ol' southern station.
If you get "killed" or arrested you go to court. And yes, you can do as many courtrooms antics as you like. If you do get convicted you can make a new character or come back as the same character in another campaign. (You broke out of prison). Or do both.
Basically, combat is both parties rolling the amount of die attributed to their relevant cliche. For AD, his relevant cliche would be Queerumist Revolutionary. As he has three dice attributed to that cliche, he rolls three 6-sided dice. Now, you must roll against your most applicable cliche. Who ever gets the higher number "wins" this round of combat. The loser removes one dice from his cliche for the remainder of the fight (you get them all back when combat ends). When one party reaches 0 dice, he has been defeated, and the winner gets to decide his fate.
Go ahead. I can roll for you.
ADF's dildo-sword smacks across Cletus's face, but to no avail. AD turns ghostly pale as he realizes just how fucked he is.
Buster rolls a five
AD goes down hard. He attempts to scramble away, but his weak tranny arms refuse to move. He feels a cold rush of air as Cletus rips off his shitstained pants, exposing his flabby, rash covered ass. A sharpie message, "if found, return to nearest glory hole" winks up at Cletus. ADF whimpers in fear as he feels Cletus's drool on the back of his neck.