The last 5 pages are literally just 'don't be a faggot' 'wait what about-' 'DON'T BE A FAGGOT'; sad!
Consider this: attend the hearing while obeying every nuance of the law and then some. Show up in casual business attire. Pretend you have a meeting yourself or are there to support a family member. Fucking look and act mildly distressed. Phil arrives; you pay this as much attention as you would a fly farting by the window. He's the ugliest person there. Slowly but surely, you recognize other trolls there, greeting you with a snide, side-eye smirk. Without exchanging any words, you know why you're there. You stay in your seats so as not to clump together; too many flags pop up if you're all clustered together. You shut the fuck up, you take notes quietly on your notepad (cell phones are'nt allowed, for the 100th time, jfc), and take as many mental images as you can. You want to be able to replay this later.
Phil leaves; you still take no pictures despite the perfect opportunity arising several times, you barely even acknowledge him. The entire meeting was one of the most insufferably boring things imaginable, despite the miraculous healing properties of the Seattle air, totally worth the $400 bus ticket and hours on the road.
Afterwards you and the two, maybe three other trolls that care about Phil enough to show up (face the facts) get together for an awesome lunch party at Phil's preferred ramen noodle shop. Ask for the DSP special. You can act like loud faggots there, you can spout off DSP memes, you can take all the pictures you could ever want there, you can sperg about the minutes of his meeting there together with hooting and hollering. The detractor that showed up in the balaclava, beanie, and dark-rimmed sunglasses can laugh as he shows you the pipe bomb he snuck into the court in case things went south.
Then, and only then, is when you can act like a raging DSP fanboyfaggot.