acted all huffy and puffy when I pointed out that what they were doing was a flagrant abuse of power.
In a way, it was worse than the laughing, in that, this was the actual judge, and further, this abuse of power has had vast and far-reaching consequences, the resolution of which... why, well, it's just not my area.
Oh and, I can't use an attorney I was thinking of using because... DUN DUN DAAAAAH!!! He's representing my wife's father's interests at this time, which, let me tell you, was QUITE A SHOCK FOR ME TO OH SO ELEGANTLY DEDUCE when I called him and he said he wasn't in the criminal defense game right now.
He was very cordial. I could tell that there was something else. And I can see now that something else was STONE COLD ABJECT FEAR.
RAWR. eYe KNOW SOME PEOPLE, YEAH. WHY? OH, REALLY? THA'TS AWKWARD. I GUESS ALL THOSE VOICEMAILS WON'T BE HARD TO FILTER OUT THEN HUH? COOL.
LAW OF UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES IS LIKE THAT, MR. (BLANK, JUST BLANK. I DON'T REMEMBER THE DOUCHEBAG PROSECUTOR'S NAME) STEPMANN, OR HUFFMANN, OR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANNA CALL YOUR SELF, GIRL MILLER JAIME ZAVS LEGAL PROFESSIONAL. OH, BY THE WAY, FUCK YOU, IF I CAN FIND A WAY TO SUE YOU BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE, I FUCKING WILL. YOU'RE A DAFT CUNT AND YOU HURT MY FEELINGS AND I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR LAW LICENCE OR YOUR LAW JOB, YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT MINE.
AND YOU DECIDED IT WOULD BE EASIER TO BREAK THE LAW, YOU AND YOUR DYKE HUSBAND. CONFLICT OF INTEREST, MAYBE? N'EST-CE PAS? DON'T WORRY, I'M IN PUBLIC, NO ONE KNOWS WHAT I MEAN OR WHO I AM TALKING TO, SO THAT'S OKAY, RIGHT?
WELL THEN, FUCK YOUR MOTHER IN FRONT OF MY SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR'S SECOND OR THIRD FEMALE COUSIN TWICE REMOVED, COZ LIKE, UNCLE DESTRO PICKED UP THIS NEW WEAPON FROM THE COBRA COMMANDER'S ARSENAL. WANNA TRY IT OUT?
Good answer. Now, fuck off back to work, you've got apologies to write. No, FOR OTHER PEOPLE. Life isn't always about you and your spectacular cunt, you know? Sometimes little people get hurt. Sometimes, little people, just barely under six feet tall, just tryna get by, in a world were a cracker man can't given protect his own daughter from -other- cracker men. (My condolences. What's that like? I know you say "cuckzi" but that's because you didn't understand and still don't, but maybe now you do: at the time, I didn't care what happened to either of them, because I saw buying your bullshit and actually fucking you two while calming I was "cheating" would be a fate worse than death on its own anyway, and if something worse happened, it was your problem, not mine. And see? It has been.
I'm doing the heavy lifting but what can I tell you, no one knows you have kids anyway and we're all time travelers, so fuck you daddy Dave:
WE ARE IN LOVE, DAVID. This -is- happening. Not right now, but yeah, it's on. Yeah, no invitation, funny that, turns out she's mad at you, and respects me more when I castigate you in public. She's a saucy minx, right? I KNOW!) No, of course we aren't married any more. I only need that bond in place during the initial entanglement and transport. Now, if ... oh, he's gone. I wonder where he went, and why will he expect to find his daughter where he just went?
Which was know place, I imagined, when I thought about how I was gonna laugh IRL when I got done writing the last line of the show. j*eol. JACKSTAR END OF LINE? NOT A CHANCE, MOTHERFUCKER, GONNA BREED DATA RUBY FLESH, UNFUN UNF YEE HAW.
J*: end of line.
