Ninth Post- End of Story 1

     That is when the creature hobbled over to my desk, where I was sitting with hands on my lap, my head hanging dejectedly. He let forth a cackle. That is when he had told me that this court summons was frivolous, and the cost of the lawyers had caused him financial troubles over the previous weeks. The bastard was counter-suing me.
     The insolence! The daring, the.. The... The disrespect! My rage frothed up inside me at that moment, and I lunged across the table in a half-successful attempt at wrapping my hand around his lumpy neck. His lawyers, who had been trained bodyguards, then proceeded to beat the living hell out of me. I was escorted (carried, would perhaps be more accurate) out of the room into a squad car, where I was taken to the city jail.
     And here I stew, in my shame and misery. I am awaiting to hear if Hogger shall press charges, which no doubt he will. The counter-suing, the charges, and the inevitable decline in my reputation shall no doubt be the end of me. Here I sit, with this strange, dirty man, in my cell of self loathing. Perhaps one day I can find a way to get back at that ugly, god forsaken animal, somehow. Until then, I shall reflect, I shall learn, I shall persist.
     And one day, I shall plan.
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Eighth Post

     It all started out well. I pleaded my case to the judge, my lawyers backing me up as well as they could. The snag came when the judge had started asking Hogger follow-up questions. I did all I could to contain my rage during this time.
     “So, Mr. Hogger”, the rather weighty judge said, “I see that you have served this man some raw meat at your establishment, which resulted in a horrible case of salmonella, which has been stated had almost claimed the mans life. What do you have to say to that allegation?”.
     “Fine judge,” which the beast seemed to dribble, “I do not mean to dishonor your court with this petty trial. All I can say is I simply sell proteins that are not prepared for consumption. I run a modest butchery, not a restaurant. The man ate the raw poultry completely on his own accord and stupidity, and not by any fault of mine”.
     I had argued against this. If the beast didn’t plan on his customers eating in his building, why did he insist on placing tables and chairs inside it? Surely, this was a formidable defense. Hogger, however, was not swayed.
     “I have those chairs and tables there for the consideration of the customer. On rather busy days, it is not uncommon for there to be a long wait for service at my establishment. The chairs are for sitting and waiting comfortably, and the tables are to rest your weary arms on, if you deem fit”.
     The judge then seemed to turn on me. He gave me glances as if I was a child who had no idea what I was doing. I tried throwing out every piece of evidence  I had. The judge said he had heard all he needed to, and ruled in favor of Hogger. I had lost my chance at revenge, and made myself look like a fool trying to obtain it.