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Lincoln and Steve get way too competitive with each other. That leads to a stay in a failing hotel.
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Been on a roll with these Strip Law fanfics. Hopefully other fans of the show will follow suit!
Strip Law
Fanfic Title:
Yorba Trap
by: Trenton Sands
Scene 1:
The sun shines on Lincoln Gumb, who is adjusting his tie like he just won a Nobel Prize. Steve Nichols stands next to him, looking like he just swallowed a lemon.
Lincoln: And that, Steve, is why you never accuse a firefighter of arson-murder when my client has an airtight alibi of being at a "Cat Lovers Anonymous" meeting. Court dismissed!
Steve: You got lucky, Gumb. That jury had the collective IQ of a toaster.
Lincoln: Don't be a salty dog. I’m feeling lucky. In fact, I’m feeling "Royal Flush" lucky.
Steve: Is that a challenge? Poker. Tonight. My place. If I win, you do exactly what I say for twenty-four hours.
Lincoln: (Smirks) Get your checkbook ready, Steve. I haven't lost a hand since the Bush administration.
Steve and Lincoln head over to his car and drive to his place for a game of poker.
Lincoln: Be ready to have a Teddy KGB style tantrum!
Steve: What does that mean?
Lincoln: Never seen Rounders?
Scene 2:
Now at Steve's place. Lincoln stares at his cards. He has a pair of twos. Steve looks bored.
Steve: All in.
Lincoln (Sweating profusely) I call! I... I have... two deuces!
Steve: (Flips cards) Full house. Read ‘em and weep, Better Call Saul wannabe.
Lincoln: (Collapsing) No! My dignity! My mediocre legal reputation!
Steve: Relax. I don’t want your money. I want you and that thumb-shaped friend of yours, Glem, to check into The Hotel Yorba. It’s a dump on 12th Street. Stay one night, or I report your "legal expenses" to the Bar Association.
Lincoln: Okay! I'll need to have someone go with me.
Going to his cellphone, Lincoln calls Glem.
Glem (on the other end): Hello?
Lincoln: Hey, Glem. This is going to come off sounding crazy but I just lost a poker bet to Steve.
Glem: As I recall you and him are getting too competitive lately.
Lincoln: Steve now wants me to stay at that failing hotel called Yorba. Would you like to come with me.
Glem: All right. I got nothing else to do. Hopefully it'll be like staying at the Grand Budapest Hotel.
Lincoln: Thanks so much! You're a good friend.
Glem: We can write a review on Yelp if out experience there sucks! (laughs)
Lincoln: See you there, bye.
Glem: Bye.
Steve: You're making the right choice here! Or you know what will happen if you don't....
Lincoln: Shut up, Steve!
Leaving Steve's house. Lincoln goes back home to prepare for this end of the bargain.
Scene 3:
The lobby looks like a set from The Shining if the hotel had a budget of five dollars. Glem Blorchman is sniffing a moth-eaten curtain. The Manager, a hunched man with a twitchy eye, rings a bell. Something is oddly familiar about this Manager.
Manager: Welcome. That’ll be $500 for the room. $50 for the oxygen. $20 for the "Golden Hour" sunshine hitting the carpet.
Lincoln: Sunshine? It’s midnight!
Manager: Premium midnight moon-shine. Pay up.
Lincoln: Listen, Mr. Bates, my friend and I are a bit short. Give me an hour to... "liquidate some assets."
Manager: Nope! Not gonna happen!
Glem: We're just here for a night and my friend here lost a bet. How in the world can we come up with the money to pay for the bill?
Lincoln: Nobody pays that much money to just stay for a night!
Manager: All right then! You leave me no choice!
Blowing a whistle, the Manager summons a bunch of people dressed as ninjas armed with nunchucks and swords.
Glem: What the FUCK!!!!
Lincoln: We're lawyers! Not warriors!
Manager: If you want to leave without playing, try fighting off these ninjas!
Glem: How in the hell are we supposed to defend ourselves against this!
Lincoln: Two against The Seven Samarai isn't fair!
Manager: NINJAS ATTACK! You two must fight these ninjas! In Mortal Kombat! (laughs evilly)
The Mortal Kombat movie theme plays. The Ninjas begin to swarm around Lincoln and Glem.
Lincoln: SHIT!
Glem: FUCK!
The ninjas keep chasing Lincoln and Glem and block their paths. Then Lincoln and Glem have a plan.
Lincoln: If only Irene was here! She'd take on these oriental assholes!
Glem: Say, I know. Let's tire them out!
Lincoln: How do we do that!
Glem: We'll dodge their attacks.
Lincoln: All right.
So Glem and Lincoln avoid the Ninja's moves. This eventually makes the ninjas want to give up.
Ninja #1: These guys are too pussy for us!
Ninja #2: Let's try to find someone worthy of fighting!
Ninja #3: These wimps aren't worth the salt in our shit! Let's go.
Lincoln and Glem breath a sigh of relief as the Ninjas retreat.
SCENE 4:
Moments later. In the interior. Lincoln and Glem are frantic. The room is a death trap.
Lincoln: We’re getting out of here. This place makes the Bates Motel look like a Four Seasons.
They bolt for the door, but the Manager is right there.
Lincoln: (Outraged) Are you challenging my integrity, sir?!
Manager: (Slaps Lincoln with a room service card) I’m challenging your credit score!
Lincoln: That's it! No more Mr Nice Guy!
The song Nothing Left To Say But Goodbye by Audioslave plays. Lincoln pulls a white glove out of his pocket. It has a heavy, metallic bulge. CLANG! He slaps the Manager across the face with the hidden horseshoe. They scramble for the elevator.
The doors slide open. The Manager is already inside, holding a bill.
Manager: Going down? To collections?
Lincoln: What is it with this man! Is he an anti Visa card!
Glem: Yeah! He's Everywhere We Don't Want Him To Be!
He shoves them back into the room. He begins ramming the door with a massive metal rod like he’s in The Terminator.
Glem: I got this!
Grabbing the edge of the hallway rug and yanks. Glem makes the Manager trip. The Manager yelps, tumbling backward down a spiral staircase that seems to go on forever. THUD. CRASH. "MY LEG!"
Lincoln: He’s down! Let’s go!
They reach the stairs, but the Manager is lying at the bottom, twisted. Then, he winks. It was a ruse! He springs up like a horror movie villain.
Manager: That’s another $10,000 for "Emotional Distress" and "Unauthorized use of Gravity!"
Lincoln and Glem run into a room, and slam the door in the Manager's face.
Glem: Hopefully that'll be the last we'll see of him!
Lincoln: I've always known Steve had a sadistic side but never quite like this!
A security guard and an old man who looked like he was from the Mediveal era walk up to Lincoln and Glem.
Glem: What now!
Lincoln: Let me guess you guys are on the Manager's side, right?
Security Guard: Well that depends.
Glem: What's with the knight and shining armour get up?
Knight: I've been waiting here for thousands of years for someone to find the Holy Grail. Which one is it? You guys must choose!
The Knight shows them a bunch of exotic looking goblets.
Security Guard: If you choose the right one, you guys can leave without paying.
Lincoln: I should brush up on my dark ages history.
Glem: This is like Sophie's Choice only with goblets.
Looking at the goblets trying to find what the holy grail looked like. The security guard goes to a goblet with jewels on it. Then proceeds to pour holy water in the goblet
Security Guard: Ha ha! Mother fuckers! I'm getting out of here without paying and not to mention getting a huge paycheck out of this.
Lincoln: If that's the real Grail we're fucked.
Glem: Tell me something I don't know.
The Security Guard drinks the holy water from the jeweled goblet. Lets out a content sigh. Then begins to feel like he's in pain. Slowly and surely his body rots from the inside out. Lincoln and Glem both scream.
Security Guard: WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!!!!
Glem: He's turning into Max Headroom!
Lincoln: More like Beetlejuice if he was a rotting corpse!
The Security Guard rotted away into a skeleton until he turned into dust.
Knight: He has chose....poorly!
Glem: I just remembered! The holy grail is over there!
Lincoln: How do you know?
Glem: Last Crusade is my favorite Indiana Jones movie.
Lincoln: Why didn't you think about that before?
Glem: Took me a while to remember okay? I sort of did some speed when I was a drummer for Bikini Kill!
Taking the real holy grail, Glem fills it with holy water and he and Lincoln both take a sip.
Knight: They have chose......wisely! You both may go!
The door opens and Lincoln and Glem were running out. Song ends.
Scene 5:
Still trying to strategize how to get out of the hotel. Lincoln and Glem were brainstorming ideas.
Glem: We need to beat Steve at his own game.
Lincoln: Say I got it! Let's tie some hotel towels together and escape that way.
Glem: Sounds like a crazy idea but it just might work!
Going to a janitor's closet. Lincoln and Glem were tying a bunch of hotel towels together to form a ladder. Lincoln and Glem are now on a rope made of crusty hotel towels.
Lincoln: We’ll swing to the building next door! Like Spider-Man, but with more lawsuits!
Suddenly, a lit match flies out of a nearby sewage vent, igniting the towels.
Lincoln and Glem (Screaming) AHHHHHH!
They fall backward through the window, landing perfectly in a porcelain bathtub. The Manager appears, hammering boards over the windows and door.
Manager: No vacancy. No exit. No mercy.
Lincoln: (Grabbing his phone) That’s it. I’m calling in the heavy hitters.
Scene 6:
Still in the bathtub, Lincoln goes to his cellphone.
Lincoln: That's it! I've had it with this bet!
Glem: What are you doing?
Lincoln: Calling for some backup that's what!
Glem: Maybe you shouldn't cheat. Steve will never let you hear the end of it.
Lincoln: He said nothing about getting out of the bet as I recall.
On his cellphone. Lincoln calls Sheila who was doing a magic show with Irene as her assistant. The audience cheers and Sheila hears her cellphone ring.
Irene: Sheila! The phone's ringing!
Sheila: Just a minute, my adoring fans!
The cellphone call was one sided.
Sheila: Hello? Lincoln? You're where! Okay, I'll be right over!
Irene: What is it?
Sheila: Lincoln and Glem are stuck at the Hotel Yorba! They need our help! (to the audience) I'm afraid I'll have to end this show right here. You've all been a lovely audience until next time!
The audience moans in disapointment as they all leave. Sheila and Irene were still on stage.
Irene: How are we going to get there?
Sheila: Good thing I know how to summon portals!
Irene: Like that show Sliders?
Sheila: Not really. More like the sequel to Now You See Me!
Irene: OKay!
Using her portal magic ability. Sheila steps out, looking annoyed. Irene follows, cracking her knuckles.
Sheila: Lincoln, if this isn't about a demon possession, you’re paying me in diamonds.
Irene: Which one do I punch, Uncle Linc?
Lincoln: (Muffled, from inside) THE WHOLE BUILDING!
Raises her hands. Sheila makes a Purple energy swirls.
Sheila: Abra-ka-collapse!
Irene sprints forward and delivers a "Hulk Smash" to the foundation. The Hotel Yorba groans and partially implodes. The Manager stumbles out of the dust, his mask falling off. It’s Lunch Meat.
Lunch Meat: Curses! I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for you meddling lawyers!
Pulls up in his sports car, Steve's jaw dropped.
Steve: What the—? You leveled the hotel?
Lincoln: (Dusting himself off) Technically, it was a "controlled demolition for safety reasons." Which means... I survived the night, Steve. You lost the bet.
Steve: Fine. What’s the forfeit? A year of free legal research?
Lincoln: (Grinning) Actually, I’ve got a "Happy Meal" with your name on it.
Sheila: Lincoln and Glem told me everything! I had to give up a magic show because of you Steve!
Irene: Get me a Big Mac and a large fry!
Glem: Thank heavens it all over! (To Lincoln) Don't ever drag me into your nonsense with Steve ever again.
Lincoln: Thanks for being there. Don't worry. I don't think Steve and I will be placing bets with each other for a while!
Scene 7 Conclusion:
Steve Nichols is wearing a paper hat that is slightly too small. He looks miserable.
Customer: The ice cream machine is broken.
Then another customer resembling William Foster the character Michael Douglas played in Falling Down comes to the counter.
Steve: (Clenching teeth) I know it's broken, sir. It’s a metaphor for my life. Would you like to embiggen your fries for fifty cents?
Costumer #2: See, this is what I'm talking about. Turn around, look at that… You see what I mean? It's plump, it's juicy, it's three inches thick. Now look at this sorry, miserable, squashed thing. Can anybody tell me what's wrong with this picture?
Steve: Oh God! I have to put up with this for a month! Curse you, LINCOLN GUMB!!!
In the window, Lincoln, Glem, Sheila, and Irene drive by in a limo, laughing. Lincoln holds up a "World’s Best Lawyer" mug.
THE END
Strip Law
Fanfic Title:
Yorba Trap
by: Trenton Sands
Scene 1:
The sun shines on Lincoln Gumb, who is adjusting his tie like he just won a Nobel Prize. Steve Nichols stands next to him, looking like he just swallowed a lemon.
Lincoln: And that, Steve, is why you never accuse a firefighter of arson-murder when my client has an airtight alibi of being at a "Cat Lovers Anonymous" meeting. Court dismissed!
Steve: You got lucky, Gumb. That jury had the collective IQ of a toaster.
Lincoln: Don't be a salty dog. I’m feeling lucky. In fact, I’m feeling "Royal Flush" lucky.
Steve: Is that a challenge? Poker. Tonight. My place. If I win, you do exactly what I say for twenty-four hours.
Lincoln: (Smirks) Get your checkbook ready, Steve. I haven't lost a hand since the Bush administration.
Steve and Lincoln head over to his car and drive to his place for a game of poker.
Lincoln: Be ready to have a Teddy KGB style tantrum!
Steve: What does that mean?
Lincoln: Never seen Rounders?
Scene 2:
Now at Steve's place. Lincoln stares at his cards. He has a pair of twos. Steve looks bored.
Steve: All in.
Lincoln (Sweating profusely) I call! I... I have... two deuces!
Steve: (Flips cards) Full house. Read ‘em and weep, Better Call Saul wannabe.
Lincoln: (Collapsing) No! My dignity! My mediocre legal reputation!
Steve: Relax. I don’t want your money. I want you and that thumb-shaped friend of yours, Glem, to check into The Hotel Yorba. It’s a dump on 12th Street. Stay one night, or I report your "legal expenses" to the Bar Association.
Lincoln: Okay! I'll need to have someone go with me.
Going to his cellphone, Lincoln calls Glem.
Glem (on the other end): Hello?
Lincoln: Hey, Glem. This is going to come off sounding crazy but I just lost a poker bet to Steve.
Glem: As I recall you and him are getting too competitive lately.
Lincoln: Steve now wants me to stay at that failing hotel called Yorba. Would you like to come with me.
Glem: All right. I got nothing else to do. Hopefully it'll be like staying at the Grand Budapest Hotel.
Lincoln: Thanks so much! You're a good friend.
Glem: We can write a review on Yelp if out experience there sucks! (laughs)
Lincoln: See you there, bye.
Glem: Bye.
Steve: You're making the right choice here! Or you know what will happen if you don't....
Lincoln: Shut up, Steve!
Leaving Steve's house. Lincoln goes back home to prepare for this end of the bargain.
Scene 3:
The lobby looks like a set from The Shining if the hotel had a budget of five dollars. Glem Blorchman is sniffing a moth-eaten curtain. The Manager, a hunched man with a twitchy eye, rings a bell. Something is oddly familiar about this Manager.
Manager: Welcome. That’ll be $500 for the room. $50 for the oxygen. $20 for the "Golden Hour" sunshine hitting the carpet.
Lincoln: Sunshine? It’s midnight!
Manager: Premium midnight moon-shine. Pay up.
Lincoln: Listen, Mr. Bates, my friend and I are a bit short. Give me an hour to... "liquidate some assets."
Manager: Nope! Not gonna happen!
Glem: We're just here for a night and my friend here lost a bet. How in the world can we come up with the money to pay for the bill?
Lincoln: Nobody pays that much money to just stay for a night!
Manager: All right then! You leave me no choice!
Blowing a whistle, the Manager summons a bunch of people dressed as ninjas armed with nunchucks and swords.
Glem: What the FUCK!!!!
Lincoln: We're lawyers! Not warriors!
Manager: If you want to leave without playing, try fighting off these ninjas!
Glem: How in the hell are we supposed to defend ourselves against this!
Lincoln: Two against The Seven Samarai isn't fair!
Manager: NINJAS ATTACK! You two must fight these ninjas! In Mortal Kombat! (laughs evilly)
The Mortal Kombat movie theme plays. The Ninjas begin to swarm around Lincoln and Glem.
Lincoln: SHIT!
Glem: FUCK!
The ninjas keep chasing Lincoln and Glem and block their paths. Then Lincoln and Glem have a plan.
Lincoln: If only Irene was here! She'd take on these oriental assholes!
Glem: Say, I know. Let's tire them out!
Lincoln: How do we do that!
Glem: We'll dodge their attacks.
Lincoln: All right.
So Glem and Lincoln avoid the Ninja's moves. This eventually makes the ninjas want to give up.
Ninja #1: These guys are too pussy for us!
Ninja #2: Let's try to find someone worthy of fighting!
Ninja #3: These wimps aren't worth the salt in our shit! Let's go.
Lincoln and Glem breath a sigh of relief as the Ninjas retreat.
SCENE 4:
Moments later. In the interior. Lincoln and Glem are frantic. The room is a death trap.
Lincoln: We’re getting out of here. This place makes the Bates Motel look like a Four Seasons.
They bolt for the door, but the Manager is right there.
Lincoln: (Outraged) Are you challenging my integrity, sir?!
Manager: (Slaps Lincoln with a room service card) I’m challenging your credit score!
Lincoln: That's it! No more Mr Nice Guy!
The song Nothing Left To Say But Goodbye by Audioslave plays. Lincoln pulls a white glove out of his pocket. It has a heavy, metallic bulge. CLANG! He slaps the Manager across the face with the hidden horseshoe. They scramble for the elevator.
The doors slide open. The Manager is already inside, holding a bill.
Manager: Going down? To collections?
Lincoln: What is it with this man! Is he an anti Visa card!
Glem: Yeah! He's Everywhere We Don't Want Him To Be!
He shoves them back into the room. He begins ramming the door with a massive metal rod like he’s in The Terminator.
Glem: I got this!
Grabbing the edge of the hallway rug and yanks. Glem makes the Manager trip. The Manager yelps, tumbling backward down a spiral staircase that seems to go on forever. THUD. CRASH. "MY LEG!"
Lincoln: He’s down! Let’s go!
They reach the stairs, but the Manager is lying at the bottom, twisted. Then, he winks. It was a ruse! He springs up like a horror movie villain.
Manager: That’s another $10,000 for "Emotional Distress" and "Unauthorized use of Gravity!"
Lincoln and Glem run into a room, and slam the door in the Manager's face.
Glem: Hopefully that'll be the last we'll see of him!
Lincoln: I've always known Steve had a sadistic side but never quite like this!
A security guard and an old man who looked like he was from the Mediveal era walk up to Lincoln and Glem.
Glem: What now!
Lincoln: Let me guess you guys are on the Manager's side, right?
Security Guard: Well that depends.
Glem: What's with the knight and shining armour get up?
Knight: I've been waiting here for thousands of years for someone to find the Holy Grail. Which one is it? You guys must choose!
The Knight shows them a bunch of exotic looking goblets.
Security Guard: If you choose the right one, you guys can leave without paying.
Lincoln: I should brush up on my dark ages history.
Glem: This is like Sophie's Choice only with goblets.
Looking at the goblets trying to find what the holy grail looked like. The security guard goes to a goblet with jewels on it. Then proceeds to pour holy water in the goblet
Security Guard: Ha ha! Mother fuckers! I'm getting out of here without paying and not to mention getting a huge paycheck out of this.
Lincoln: If that's the real Grail we're fucked.
Glem: Tell me something I don't know.
The Security Guard drinks the holy water from the jeweled goblet. Lets out a content sigh. Then begins to feel like he's in pain. Slowly and surely his body rots from the inside out. Lincoln and Glem both scream.
Security Guard: WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!!!!
Glem: He's turning into Max Headroom!
Lincoln: More like Beetlejuice if he was a rotting corpse!
The Security Guard rotted away into a skeleton until he turned into dust.
Knight: He has chose....poorly!
Glem: I just remembered! The holy grail is over there!
Lincoln: How do you know?
Glem: Last Crusade is my favorite Indiana Jones movie.
Lincoln: Why didn't you think about that before?
Glem: Took me a while to remember okay? I sort of did some speed when I was a drummer for Bikini Kill!
Taking the real holy grail, Glem fills it with holy water and he and Lincoln both take a sip.
Knight: They have chose......wisely! You both may go!
The door opens and Lincoln and Glem were running out. Song ends.
Scene 5:
Still trying to strategize how to get out of the hotel. Lincoln and Glem were brainstorming ideas.
Glem: We need to beat Steve at his own game.
Lincoln: Say I got it! Let's tie some hotel towels together and escape that way.
Glem: Sounds like a crazy idea but it just might work!
Going to a janitor's closet. Lincoln and Glem were tying a bunch of hotel towels together to form a ladder. Lincoln and Glem are now on a rope made of crusty hotel towels.
Lincoln: We’ll swing to the building next door! Like Spider-Man, but with more lawsuits!
Suddenly, a lit match flies out of a nearby sewage vent, igniting the towels.
Lincoln and Glem (Screaming) AHHHHHH!
They fall backward through the window, landing perfectly in a porcelain bathtub. The Manager appears, hammering boards over the windows and door.
Manager: No vacancy. No exit. No mercy.
Lincoln: (Grabbing his phone) That’s it. I’m calling in the heavy hitters.
Scene 6:
Still in the bathtub, Lincoln goes to his cellphone.
Lincoln: That's it! I've had it with this bet!
Glem: What are you doing?
Lincoln: Calling for some backup that's what!
Glem: Maybe you shouldn't cheat. Steve will never let you hear the end of it.
Lincoln: He said nothing about getting out of the bet as I recall.
On his cellphone. Lincoln calls Sheila who was doing a magic show with Irene as her assistant. The audience cheers and Sheila hears her cellphone ring.
Irene: Sheila! The phone's ringing!
Sheila: Just a minute, my adoring fans!
The cellphone call was one sided.
Sheila: Hello? Lincoln? You're where! Okay, I'll be right over!
Irene: What is it?
Sheila: Lincoln and Glem are stuck at the Hotel Yorba! They need our help! (to the audience) I'm afraid I'll have to end this show right here. You've all been a lovely audience until next time!
The audience moans in disapointment as they all leave. Sheila and Irene were still on stage.
Irene: How are we going to get there?
Sheila: Good thing I know how to summon portals!
Irene: Like that show Sliders?
Sheila: Not really. More like the sequel to Now You See Me!
Irene: OKay!
Using her portal magic ability. Sheila steps out, looking annoyed. Irene follows, cracking her knuckles.
Sheila: Lincoln, if this isn't about a demon possession, you’re paying me in diamonds.
Irene: Which one do I punch, Uncle Linc?
Lincoln: (Muffled, from inside) THE WHOLE BUILDING!
Raises her hands. Sheila makes a Purple energy swirls.
Sheila: Abra-ka-collapse!
Irene sprints forward and delivers a "Hulk Smash" to the foundation. The Hotel Yorba groans and partially implodes. The Manager stumbles out of the dust, his mask falling off. It’s Lunch Meat.
Lunch Meat: Curses! I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for you meddling lawyers!
Pulls up in his sports car, Steve's jaw dropped.
Steve: What the—? You leveled the hotel?
Lincoln: (Dusting himself off) Technically, it was a "controlled demolition for safety reasons." Which means... I survived the night, Steve. You lost the bet.
Steve: Fine. What’s the forfeit? A year of free legal research?
Lincoln: (Grinning) Actually, I’ve got a "Happy Meal" with your name on it.
Sheila: Lincoln and Glem told me everything! I had to give up a magic show because of you Steve!
Irene: Get me a Big Mac and a large fry!
Glem: Thank heavens it all over! (To Lincoln) Don't ever drag me into your nonsense with Steve ever again.
Lincoln: Thanks for being there. Don't worry. I don't think Steve and I will be placing bets with each other for a while!
Scene 7 Conclusion:
Steve Nichols is wearing a paper hat that is slightly too small. He looks miserable.
Customer: The ice cream machine is broken.
Then another customer resembling William Foster the character Michael Douglas played in Falling Down comes to the counter.
Steve: (Clenching teeth) I know it's broken, sir. It’s a metaphor for my life. Would you like to embiggen your fries for fifty cents?
Costumer #2: See, this is what I'm talking about. Turn around, look at that… You see what I mean? It's plump, it's juicy, it's three inches thick. Now look at this sorry, miserable, squashed thing. Can anybody tell me what's wrong with this picture?
Steve: Oh God! I have to put up with this for a month! Curse you, LINCOLN GUMB!!!
In the window, Lincoln, Glem, Sheila, and Irene drive by in a limo, laughing. Lincoln holds up a "World’s Best Lawyer" mug.
THE END
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