Hats: Arrrghhhh!!
Summer: Uh oh. I take it the meeting didn't go well?
Hats: I don't even know!
Flashback to the meeting
Hats: I had no fucking idea what they were even taking about. My lawyer was all "Latin phrase!", and their lawyer was all "Latin response!", and all I could make out was "monkey trucks" and that can't be right, right? I felt so useless! Fuck!
Summer: Sounds like exactly what you need to get your mind off it! Let's fuck!
Hats: I don't know, is this even worth fighting?
Summer: Ah ah! No more lawsuit talk! As your doctor, my professional diagnosis is that you need to take your mind off it, and to that effect, I prescribe 500 cc of orgasms! Now allow me to administer the treatment!
Hats: Arrrrrrgh FUCK! This isn't working!
Summer: Let me try it clockwise.
Hats: No, fuck, I'm sorry, I just can't get my mind off this shit! My brain is overloaded with lawyer crap, my pussy's not even registering here!
Summer: Fuck. Well there's got to be something that can break through.
A few days later, Hats is tied to a cross, being whipped in a dungeon
Hats: Oh FUCK YES! Thank you mistress! May I have another?!
