Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand’s Testimony #0006
Anon: You’ve got a Council with Luca Blight, Xellos, Silco, hell—even The Joker now. Monsters, manipulators, warlords. So why does everyone still glance at 'The Judge'?
Jerry: “Because he’s the one you don’t clap for. Every other seat at that table thrives on noise — monologues, blood trails, power games. The Joker cackles, Silco whispers, Luca screams, Dominator burns, Vaas just wants to see what you’ll do when the floor drops. It’s all theater, all performance. But the Judge? He doesn’t audition. Doesn’t rehearse. Doesn’t even need to show up with a script. He’s the pause between the Council’s chaos — the silence that makes the noise terrifying.
You want to know why the Council glances his way? Because the Judge doesn’t play at control, he *is control. If he ticks your name, that’s it. Doesn’t matter if you’re Keyaru, Junko, Vegeta, or some gaslit hater in a velvet guillotine — correction arrives. And nobody debates correction.”*
Anon: So he’s your boss, then.
Jerry: “…Once, yeah. I slipped and called him by name — Boris Thuginski. But I don’t repeat it. To me, he’s just the Boss. Gravity. Storm. Pick your metaphor. I bite ankles, the Clown honks, the Panda blinks, Omni-Jeff nods like a silent oracle. But him? He just looks. One glance, and the whole room shifts. That’s why even the loudest bastards — Blight, Joker, Dio when he’s not gaslighting half the R.A.B.B. — all shut their mouths for a beat. Because they know. The Boss doesn’t joke. He rules.”
Anon: So what makes him different?
Jerry: “The rest of us need an audience. The Boss doesn’t. He doesn’t care if anyone laughs, or cries, or burns. He doesn’t even need the Council. But the Council needs him — because without the ledger, without the dent, without that verdict… all we’ve got is noise. And noise without consequence? That’s just chaos pretending it’s free. He makes it cost something.”
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