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Raks,

Let's face it, those with means in higher circles are very much in the same trough as those who write up things that facilitate the goings on....

The legal cartel, unfortunately, for the most part, service the big end of town for handsome returns..... they may even have offices "just around the corner".

What am I saying? What am I suggesting?

"Careful portio,... better get a good lawyer, son."

(a scenario?)
"Sorry, I just wanted some more, sir. Some more justice. A little less of the legal fraternity chasing the dollars of devil's advocates.... maybe a few more of them sticking to the noble ideals of justice they learned about in their youth.... before they got into bed with the big players."

"MORE!? MORE!? Son, wake up. Look, I am feeling pretty good today. What say, I may know someone who might know someone who knows Smithy.... he's just around the corner, er, I think.... let's see if we can do a bit of a ring around.... now, how much do you have in your account."

".... ah, um, well, you see.... "

"That's all right son, just come back when you've got things organized. I understand. Can you get a group of you guys together?"

"What a possy?"

"No, don't go down that road, son. You must do everything by the book and take the long, arduous and unfortunately, invariably, expensive road of legal due process.... us guys in house, jokingly refer to it as "the hallway of rotating blades and slashing knives" ....ha-ha-ha (knobby, superior laugh not very well disguised).... but when you lot are ready to walk the hallway, there is light at the end of the corridor. Just come back when you've got yourselves organized*."


* Organized (definition) according to the portiopedia :

Big bank account for the deluxe route down the hallway (exploring every recess)


"OK, so the possy is out. How much will we need to get some recompense? How much money do you think we'll need in your experience? How long will it take?"

"Son, just go away and get some other shareholders organized. I might see if someone can have a word with Smithy, er, not that anyone of us know anyone directly, but we'll see if someone can have a word to him on the side. He may be quite a reasonable fellow. Don't jump to any of your own irrevocable, irrefutable conclusions and take any rash actions that you may regret. Things must be done properly. Maybe some monies are held in limbo somewhere and things can still work out."

"Well, I hope so sir, cause not many of us have much money left."

"All the best son. Good luck, we'll see what we can do... er, when you are organized."

"Bye bye, sir."

"Au revoir, garcon. Quell heure est il?"

"What?"

"Excuse me, I was just thinking out loud."

"Oh, just remembered myself.... for a second there I was back in Lacanau surfing. Monaco too, now that's a charming place.... except for the slimy rocks in the water you can slip up on... and the nicotine stained sand full of cigarette butts."

"Yes... er, bye bye son. I'll have to get there some time."

"See ya."

(a few valuable legal minutes pass as the young naive fellow exits)

(to the secretary, (avery spunky, very smart chick))

"Who's next? Send them down the hallway will you love."