The judge looked over the top of his spectacles, his grey eyes fixing severely on the accused in the dock.
“Before I pass judgement on you, have you anything to say in your defence?”
The prisoner winked insolently back and casually shrugged his shoulders, “Have a heart, your Honour. I burgled those houses not ‘cos I wanted to – I really had no choice. You can’t blame me for my genetic predisposition to burgle.”