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The law office of ‘Bimbo and Bobo’, to be precise. It’s nothing too
shabby, but at the same rate not overly fancy. Just your average run-of-
the-mill law office, haven for your average run-of-the-mill, lowdown,
scum-sucking, poison-for-blood, subhuman lawyers. The secretary in the
lobby - a petite, saucy little minx with an obnoxious smile - looks up
from her paperwork and nods approvingly. “Bimbo and Bobo are expecting
you,” she informs me. “Please have a seat and they’ll be right with you.”
I’m expected!? Odd. But then again, it’s not the oddest occurrence of the day. I obediently make myself comfortable in one of the many chairs located throughout the room, and immerse myself in an out of date issue of some fashion magazine. Several minutes later... A purple gorilla with a toaster-head, dressed in a tasteful brown suit and wielding a briefcase, enters the room and marches up to me purposefully. “Glad you could make it,” it somehow says, though it lacks a mouth or anything resembling one. “I hope we can work out some kind of arrangement that suits the interests of all parties involved.”“Uh...” I stammer. “What?” “Oh, of course,” the gorilla concedes. “Here you are. By the way, name’s Bobo” And it serves me some important looking papers.“Class Action Lawsuit!?” I reel, scanning over the boring details of the documents. “What on earth!?” “Why don’t we step into my office and we can sort out all the pesky details,” the gorilla offers, gesturing toward a door at the far end of the lobby, situated between two enormous potted plants. “I’m sure you’re a reasonable man, so there shouldn’t be any problems.”I snort in defiance but decide I might as well hear this...purple gorilla out. I’m definately not in Kansas anymore. Inside the office I’m greeted by a throng of assorted weirdos; some guy dressed in armor and carrying a sword, a deranged looking fellow with a name tag that reads: ‘Scott Chen’, a naked chic with red hair and big....*ahem!*, a dog, a bear that reeks of liquor...the list goes on. And finally, seated at the big oaken desk that dominates the room, what looks to be a hobbit. “Meet my associate, Mr. Bimbo Biggens,” the gorilla explains.The armored man jumps to his feet and glares at you. “Is this the jerk that’s trying to steal my spotlight!?” he roars
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