It was at that moment that the door opened and the casino's legal counsel entered the room; he was quickly brought up to speed.
"Are you the Axl I've been reading about at VCT?"
Blushing, Axl admitted that was so.
"And you're a member of Cake Cream, are you not?"
Axl nodded cautiously while a redolent squeaker quietly snuck out of his butt cheeks.
"Then you cannot ethically request that Cake Cream play as a condition of settling this matter; you are a member, that is prohibited self-dealing and a conflict of interest."
Axl was clueless as to ethics and it showed.
"Well then, we have no deal."
"Fine. Boys, call the police and have them arrest this wretched woman for smearing her shit all over our Regal Riches machine. Then go down to the homeless camps and find another black person to do our artwork; offer a bucket of KFC and a bottle of MD-20-20 as the fee."
At this the suspect turned to Axl and said "Motherfucker, you damned well better straighten this out or else I'll sic a mess of 'hood rats on you, and believe me that is not something to look forward to."
Axl's bowels began to liquify; he reached back into the depths of his memory and soon recalled some of the fancy legal terms he'd learned over the years from binge watching Perry Mason and LA Law.
"Such a condition precedent is not unreasonable; you are estopped from asserting a contrary position due to our detrimental reliance. The rule of Shelley's case..." and he rambled on mindlessly for five minutes, saying nothing of value.
As he finished with a flourish and a fart two cops came in, cuffed his client and hauled her away, kicking and screaming "Where's my fucking chicken?"
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