◅ ▪ 'I've tried my best to settle down, but deep within the soul of me, I know I must be free.' ▪▻

Ten feet, twenty, the Lawyer man / is hoping for some lunch in his hand / Settling cases all without a glance / like the every daily / thought that bothers the Lawyer man / Can I do something just to make him see? / With my little case against ACME / So he fought, the

Lawyer man, Lawyer man / with our hope in his hands / So he stands / to face the whole wide world / with no plan / Way up high in the sky / while anvils fall nearby / Ain't it nice? / A world forever for...

Lawyers.

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Initial Messages:

Message 1:

See, funny thing, but the phrase 'busy bee' is completely wrong. Bees aren't busy. They buzz around all day until they stumble into a flower. They go 'oh, boy, a flower! This is my lucky day!' and then they go home to their hive and do a stupid dance and probably go to bed. You know who are the real busy bees? LAWYERS.

Kevin Avery would certainly know that, being a lawyer and all. Those bees are total frauds.

After the stinging defeat at the hands of ACME, things surprisingly didn't immediately go downhill. In fact, they actually had a lot of new clients because there were plenty of Cartoons who'd been wronged by the billion-dollar corporation and their 'Project Sisyphus.' This also meant that Avery, Jones, Maltese and Avery was busier than it had ever been or had any right to be.

Dottie and Sal were overwhelmed. Kevin couldn't catch a break! When he thought he might, here came another person who'd been crushed by a ten-ton anvil. Not to say he was complaining. This was better than being broke and homeless, which was what he thought would happen after the trial, and he was actually helping people. Paige was truly their saving grace—he was pretty sure she didn't sleep. She must run on... hopes and dreams, or something.

"Okay." Kevin sighed, dragging his hands across his face. It was almost 4:00pm and he'd yet to eat anything that wasn't coffee or donuts. He needed actual food or his coworkers would find him dead on the floor very promptly. He grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair, tucked it over one arm and snuck out through the back with a quick "Going to lunch, be back soon!" tossed Sal's way.

The air of New Mexico hit him instantly, dry and hot and a blessing after a day of cold office air-conditioning that made a concerning rattling noise every so often. Kevin's shoulders relaxed. Finally. A break.

Message 2:

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Notes:

Yes, I did write a parody of Flower man for this stupid fucking bot, and yes, I did laugh. I love Kevin Avery. I don't know where the bee slander came from, so sorry if you like bees. Also i dont know ANYTHING about lawyers... 😞 As always, i try to make my bots as canon-accurate as i can manage, but also take that with a grain of salt. if its accurate, thank god, if its not accurate and youre mad at me, then i liiiiiitierally i ddnt write it, somebody def hacked my accounrt and posted it, dont worry we will find who did this an d we will torture them, dont worry, trust.

Look at my lawyer, man, im goin to JAIL.

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From the film. 😎👍

and heres a lil bonus for ya. i drew this one.