“I hate you.  I hate your mob hitman zoot  monkey suits.  I hate your website.  I hate you for making this wait two weeks over some other guy’s BS.  What now? Let me tell you what now. I’ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin’… ”

EPILOGUE:  No asskicking, except by me.  I completely beat down the other guy pre-trial with an impenetrable wall of “here is why your case sucks, your arguments do not exist in the reality based world, my case is unbeatable, the judge will pants you and you will leave in tears, amidst snickers, most of which will come from me, gracious winner that I am not,” all of which scared out a settlement that the judge didn’t even read before signing off on.

I was the sharpest dressed man in the Courtroom.  FHM says THAT is the real reason.