Beaten to a pulp by his ex-girlfriend in the polls, Harold decided to go to the Soup-rim court. I was enjoined in the suit as a respondent, with my electoral commission accused of rigging in the wrong candidate.
Monday morning, Harold woke me up early in the morning so I could help him draft the petition, which would be used against Sue and myself. Fearing for my lunch, I assembled a team of two legal experts, led by yours truly and with Paul as a partner.