There she was, just a-walking down the street,

There she was, just a-walking down the street, singing, "Do wa diddy, diddy dum, diddy do." Snapping her fingers, and stomping her feet, singing,

when a Intellectual Property attorney slapped her with a lawsuit for singing "do wa diddy, diddy, dum, diddy do." He said, you can either go to court or you can summon up your

Daddy's finances to bail you out again." Before he finished the sentence he was bound, gagged, stripped, and prone. "You forgot a third option" she gloated at the lawyer. "Now lets

get this straight. You work for ME and you will make sure I don't go to jail. Got it? I don't care what deal you made with the other lawyer," she screamed holding a gun to his

priceless Princess Di Beanie Babies. "Not the Beanies!" the lawyer pleaded. "I'll do anything!" His client handed him a vat of terracotta glaze and battery acid. "The jury dies."

Knowing his precious 1990s memorabilia outweighed the lives of some non-volunteers, the lawyer talked his head off for his guilty client to bore the jury to death. "They must die."

said the Judge. Guilty on all counts. He banged his gavel sternly. Inside he was laughing. He loved this job. "Millie today I sent a geek who collects transformers to the chair."

Yes, he was. And he was angry too. Angry at his imaginary Millie who was pretending to be impressed. yet, she'd stood him up for dinner last night. "You 2-faced little..."

But anger was out of fashion that season and he knew it, and they all knew it, and it didn't really go over all that well. He looked down and they tried to minimize the discomfort.