|CHAPTER 11 Hey there, Counselor.
2 That is what you bscumbags call each other, isn't it?
3 I thought so.
4 This is a letter,
5 To you,
6 From the Harriers,
7 Written by me,
9 And so I advise you to listen,
10 Although I must tell you, I am only writing to you because you're on my dlist,
11 Because, speaking personally,
12 I hate your guts,
13 Not to mention all the flesh and suits and expensive watches and credit cards and stuff that are wrapped around your guts,
14 Which you stole from somebody else,
15 Because you lawyers are the elowest form of life on earth,
16 Which is why you make such good Harriers,
17 And why it doesn't really matter if I give you good advice or not.
||CHAPTER 21 fWhat can a Harrier say to a lawyer?
3 That's your job, isn't it?
4 When the rapacious gwitch comes whining to your office for a divorce,
5 Sue her hhusband into the weeds,
6 And take every dime and scrap he owns,
7 Including the children,
8 And even the dog,
9 Because your job isn't justice,
10 It's winning the suit and getting paid for it.
11 When the igreedy louse slips and falls on the icy sidewalk after six drinks at dinner,
12 Sue the city, and the restaurant, and the company that made the concrete and the company that made his shoes, and the company that made the liquor, and anyone and everyone that was anywhere around at the time,