Oh, it's not with me he has grounds, this time. He's pounding his chest at yon Shane. Flipping boltholes and skank motherfuckers lace the air. There is no peace.

Little Hawk has been put on trial for design patent infringement, trademark infringement, utility patent infringement, malicious parodification, and gross betrayal of a natural affinity group for starting a rival thread pretending to be in Scottish when he is not even Scots.

This is a hard night for Mom. The Judge is likely to throw him in the hoosegow for ninety days to cool off, and that before you Shane gets out. Sparks will fly!


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