NEIGHSAY

Grubber took off the sticker from the supply truck while the Lawist lawyers bid Tempest and Neighsay a goodbye. Some lawyers went in the car and one mare hugged Tempest. She also bid good bye to Neighsay, and Neighsay responded back. Neighsay glanced at the blank faced Tempest while the lawyers got in. Grubber drove the supply truck and they all left Tempest and Neighsay.

As Grubber drove the truck, he turned to the pair and gave them a thumbs up and Tempest responded with the same gesture.

In the laundromat, Harshwhinny was in the phone looking terrified.

"Who the hell would do that!?" Harshwhinny said.

"They are investigating now. So we should wait." Caramel answered on the phone.

"It must have done some damage to Babel." Harshwhinny said.

"That's an understatement. It's as bad as getting by a tsunami. What are we going to do?" Caramel said.

"Okay. I got it. See you tomorrow." Harshwhinny said. She drops the phone call and looked down. "What the hell is this?"

Meanwhile, Flam brought Flim back home. Flam didn't have a shirt on and only had a towel in his shoulder and some pants.

"Please give me one more chance to get even." Flim said. "I'll find them and destroy them to pieces!"

"Hey, hey!" Flam shouted. "And just how will you find them? Hmm?" Flam said as he took off the towel. "Don't get ahead of yourself." he said, fixing Flim's suit. "Just do what I tell you to do. Okay?" Flam said, rudding the towel in Flim's cheek very hard.

"I know I can do something here!" Flim shouted.

"Don't raise your voice." Flam said. "You startled me."

"I mean..." Flim sighed.

"Flim." Flam said, putting the towel around Flim's neck.

"Sir-" Flim said. He stopped short after Flam strangled him and held the towel tight.

"Have you lost your mind...now that creatures call you the chairman?" Flam said.

"No, that's not it. Sir..." Flim said in a weak voice.

Flam then pinned him to the couch.

"Sir..." Flim responded.

"You're nothing but a puppet of mine." Flam said.

"Yes-" Flim said.

"So don't you dare think for yourself. Got it?" Flam said.

"Yes, I got it. Yes, sir." Flim said.

Flim seethed in pain until Flam let go of the towel. Flim coughed for a moment.

"The cause today's fire will be electrical overheating, not arson. But it will still affect the stock prices, so get the board members to for an emergency meeting." Flam said. Flim looked up at him. "Oh, right. And tell Wingtip what I told you earlier. Okay?"

Flim nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Flim, go home now." Flam said. Flam walked off and continued drinking.

Flim went down to the elevator to the basement parking. He got into his blue car and went into the driver seat.

"I'm glad I'm just a puppet." Flim said. "I can just cut off the strings."

EPISODE 5

The words "Lavina" lit up beside Neighsay, Tempest, and their table, but the L, two As, and V lit up only, spelling "Lava". Tempest and Neighsay were in the plaza's rooftop with drinks in their table like what Caballeron and Neighsay do.

"Cheers." Tempest sqeaked as they both clanked their glass. Tempest sighed after drinking and she turned to Neighsay. "I'm glad that you're getting started. They'll catch us if we keep blasting fireworks like we did today."

"That's why we need to change our approach." Neighsay said. "We'll use the law and the court, the two things we know best."

"They'll be better at that better than we are." Tempest said.

"We need to beat them at their own game to make victory taste sweeter." Neighsay said. Tempest nodded, but something went in mind. She leaned her arms in the table as she looked at him.

"But Mr. Cassano, you can't practice law in Canterlot." Tempest said.

"But I have you." Neighsay said. Tempest gasped and chuckled.

"Are you trying to make me take the heat in your place?" Tempest said. "So that I go down alone!?"

"I'll be the one putting the heat on them." Neighsay said. "Let's focus on our next step for now."

Neighsay and Tempest both drank their glass, and Tempest looked at him serious eyes.

"Shall I guess what your next step is?" Tempest said. Neighsay stopped drinkinng for a moment, as he turned to Tempest. He leaned in closer to Tempest in the same method.

"Since when could you read my mind?" Neighsay said.

"I can't do that. I'm not a psychic." Tempest said. "I'm the pony who knows Babel's dirty little secrets more than anyone else in Canterlot."

Neighsay cleared his throat. "Well, then..." he spoke. "...let's see what you've got."

Tempest then got out of her seat as she stretches her legs.

"Babel's most vulnerable subsidiary. The subsidiary that rigs the stock prices the most. And the subsidiary whose ethics will be damaged at the greatest degree." Tempest proudly said.

"Which subsidiary is it?" Neighsay said. Tempest then pointed with her finger, which was in a gun gesture, and made a bang noise to a building labeled "The Alchemists of Future Science, Babel Chemicals.". Neighsay then got up from his seat and went beside Tempest.

In the morning, a Babel Chemicals employee went to the temple. The same monk sat on his same position, while the other was with the employee.

"Hey." the employee said.

The monk stopped sipping his soup. "What?"

"Be honest. You don't do all 108 bows, right?" he said. The monk kept chewing. "I bet you skip a few."

"I don't skip anything." the monk said. "What do you take me for? Seriously!?"

"I bet you eat sausages behind his back. Right?" the employee said. "Pork belly and green onions too." he chuckled.

"Shut your mouth, jerk." the monk said. "Shut ut, man. Help me, merciful Buddha."

"Can't we eat out next time?" the employee said. "We always eat vegetables."

The monk then noticed something in his face. "Hey, your nose is bleeding."

"Darn it." the employee said, cleabing his nice lightly with a handkerchief.

"Hey, are you okay?" the monk said. "You've lost a lot of weight and even gave nosebleeds."

"Hey, I'm good." the employee said. "Seriously. We used to run all over the place 15 years ago, right?"

"Right." the monk said. "Back then, you were no match for me. Look how far you've come."

"Stop kidding me! You couldn't even look me in the eye!"

"Look at you. I should teach you a lesson."

"You're brining out the old me."

"You're ridiculous, come on."

All of a sudden, the monk in the seat made the same chanting noises again.

"I ought to...Don't swear." the monk seethed.

Meanwhile, Flim was in the gym. He did physical activities and he seemed to be stressed. Next, he lied down, and carefully lifeted the barbell. It was very heavy, that he grunted and seethed. Then, a stallion passed by and saw him.

The stallion had a black inverted cap in his head, a blue jacket, and a red shirt underneath. He also wore black pants. He was carrying around a maroon scarf. He had short hippie hair. As he passed by him, he immediately went to Flim.

"Watch it. It's heavy."

It appears that the stallion with such an attire was Neighsay. He lifted the barbell and put it back on the spot.

"You should be careful."

When Neighsay gazed at Flim, he gasped and looked at him in shock.

"Aren't you...Mr. Farnum Flim!?" Neighsay said.

"Yes." Flim responded.

"Wow." Neighsay said. As Flim was about to get one part of the dumbell, Neighsay stopped him.

"No, let me do that for you." Neighsay said with a sweet inncoent smile. How come he's acting like he isn't in his own side? "This is incredible. Amazing! I'm a huge fan of yours." Neighsay said in "excitement". "Can I get a handshake!?" he said.

"Sure." Flim said as he lifted his hand and Neighsay shook it softly.

"Thank you." Neighsay said. He then got a plastic water bottle he was carrying along with him. "Here. Have this." he said as he opened it.

"Thank you."

"Sure."

"You work out here." Neighsay said. "In one of your interviews, you said nothing was impossible for Babel." he said, as he sat along with Flim in a seat. "I became a fan after reading how daring your corpate philosophy is." he added as he lightly punches Flim's knee. "Sorry about that."

"Innovation and business go hand in hand." Flim said, giving the bottle to Neighsay.

""Creative destruction. Innovation is the driving force of economic growth." Were you influenced by George Sorrows?" Neighsay said.

"What?"

They had a long silence, and it broke when Flim said in a smile: "Sorrows. I have so much respect for him."

"I knew it. When I studied your investments in your subsidiaries, you seemed flexible dealing with them. You were influences by Jostep Schumpeter?" Neighsay said.

"Right. Jostep...That's right. I read his books. You know a lot." Flim said.

"Gosh, you're so smart." Neighsay said.

Flim back to the barbell bench and fixed some equipment.

"Oh, right...Yesterday...Let me help you." Neighsay said, carrying a weight plate for Flim. "I saw the news about the fire at Babel Pharmaceuticals yesterday. How could that happen? I'm so sorry."

"It was just a minor accident." Flim said. He then lied down in the barbell bench and held the barbell's pole.

"By the way..." Neighsay said, leaning his arms and head on the pole. "...,I'm not sure if I should say this." Neighsay said. Flim was bothered by the towel Neighsay was holding. The maroon towel was covering slight half of his face. "I read in the tabloid that it was actually arson."

Flim's eyes widen in shock as he rose up from his bench. "Who said that!? Don't believe what you read in tabloids!"

"I guess you don't know about these tabloids." Neighsay said. "Sometimes, they are right."

"Hey!"

"By the way..." Neighsay said. Before he could say anything, he looked over his surroundings. He turned back to Flim after. "I own Babel Pharmaceuticals' shares." he whispered.

"Leave!" Flim said. When Neighsay heard this, his fake smile faded from his face. "Please. Please go if you're done. I need to work out."

"Right. Sorry I got in the way." Neighsay said. "Then I will go and sell my shares to Babel. They're worth nothing. Awful."

"Hey!" Flim called.

Bedore Neighsay could leave, he grabbed the water bottle. "This is mine." he said as he walked off.

"What was that!?" Flim said. "Come on. Why are they writing on that tabloid!?" he said as he got his phone.

"You're not the boss." Neighsay muttered in Italian, drinking water bottle.

At Flam's place, he was running in a treadmill, a tablet on in the new in front of him, and call in his ear pods , as he was chatting with Tempest.

"The stock price of Babel Pharmaceuticals took another sharp dive. Amid speculations that the fire last night at the storage room was in fact an arson, the stocks plummeted." the news reporter said.

"Aren't you happy now that I'm gone? No one is nagging you now." Tempest responded in the call. It appears she was also doing some physical activity. She was doing aerial yoga with other mares.

"I've missed you sinced the day you left the firm. I even missed your nagging." Flim said.

Tempest tries to wrap the fabric into her hind leg and using both of her hands to hold each fabric. "Wait until you make partner. You won't have time for this." she said.

"Did you watch the news about the fire at Babel Pharmaceuticals?" Flim said.

"Of course, I did. My goodness." Tempest said. "All the materials burnt down. Maybe they had it coming. They did all sorts of evil things." she said with a sneaky grin.

"Ah, I think so, too." Flam said. "It's like retributive justice, right?"

"That's right." Tempest chuckled. She grunted as she tried to hold the fabric tight. "I'm having muscle spasm-, My gosh. I'll call you back." she said as she falls off the fabric, with the fabric unwrapping her hind hoof, and her arms holding the fabric tight.

"Okay. Tempest. Bye!" Flim said as he ended the call. His smile then turned into a frown. He slowly turned off the treadmill and removed hus right ear pod. "So you were the one who punished me..."

Tempest and Neighsay meet up at a coffee area, but even brighter than the other they have been to at the tenth day aince the death of Caballeron. Neighsay puts a sugar cube in his espresso. It would probably be his first time, since he didn't have a small serving of sugar cubes along with Tempest.

"I told you where Chairman Farnum would be, so you're buying." Tempest said.

"That's the perfect reward for the quality of your intel." Neighsay said as he lifted his coffee mug and took a long sip.

"Why did you go see him?" Tempest said.

"Facing the boss of the enemy before starting a fight puts me at ease." Neighsay said.

"That's a weird way to find peace with yourself." Tempest said, as Neighsay shrugged with his shoulders. "So what did you think?"

"Chairman Farnum...might not be the real boss." Neighsay spoke. "I switch quotes from George Sorrows and Josteph Schumpeter, but he didn't catch it."

"No wonder. He did look like an airhead." Tempest said. "If he isn't, then who could be the real chairman?"

"Usually, when there's war between the Mafia, it's customary to let each other know who the boss is to resolve things diplomatically. And the surest way to draw out the real boss behind the puppet is..." Neighsay said. All of a sudden, Tempest harshly stabbed her sponge cake with the fork in the plate.

"To destroy the puppet." Tempest answered.

"You know a lot about the Mafia." Neighsay responded.

"I told you. Creatures here are just as bad as the Mafia." Tempest said. She then crossed her arms. "Anyway, to find out is Chairman Farnum is a puppet or not, I'll make him dry up...like a wet wipe out in the open."

At Wingtip, Harshwhinny believed she knew who threatened her at the laundromat, and who wanted to plan to "kill her" and end up like Caballeron.

"Do you think I'll listen to you?"

"That's up to you. But you should remember that freedom comes with a price."

Then, Caramel came in from the door of her office.

"He's clean. He's very clean." Caramel said. "You know the lawyer from Trottingham? The one with Tempest? Neighsay Cassano."

"His name is Neighsay Cassano?" Harshwhinny asked.

"Yes. I talked to someone from the Trottinghamian Lawyer Association. His record is perfectly clean." Caramel said, sitting on a sofa.

"Is this your first rodeo? A spotless record means something is up." Harshwhinny said.

"I knew you'd say that." Caramel said as he got up. "So I already talked to my guy at the CIS to take a look at his background." he said as he sat in front of Harshwhinny.

"No...Something is iffy about him." Harshwhinny said.

"No, I said he's clean." Caramel said. "Just because he's from Trottingham, he's a member of the Mafia or something? I bet he was just a regular lawyer."

That moment, Harshwhinny quickly got up from her seat and grabbed her purse.

"Where are you going?" Caramel said.

"To see what this Neighsay Cassano creature looks like." Harshwhinny scoffed.

"Goodness..." Caramel said. "You can never be at ease unti l you see them in person, do you?"

Harshwhinny later on got inside Lawist Law Firm. She saw a man sitting in one desk, though, he was facing the window instead of the front.

"Is anyone here?" Harshwhinny said, carrying a plant with a ribbon in it. Looks like a gift for Neighsay. That moment, the man started singing, still sitting in his seat. Harshwhinny continued to walk towards the man slowly.

"Is Ms. Tempest Shadow here?" Harshwhinny said?

"I'm sorry. She's not here right now." the man spoke.

"Are you Mr. Neighsay Cassano?" Harshwhinny said.

"Yes." the man said in Italian. Suddenly, he turned around with is seat, and it WAS NOT NEIGHSAY! The man had a white mohawk with gray details in it. He had dark gray complexion. It was Grubber.

Grubber put in his "best" Neighsay Cassano impression with a neat suit and a cheap plastic lighter, though Neighsay's lighter, the one he always carries around, is gold with some fancy details, and can't be turned on with a press like the plastic, but are opened like a small Tic Tac candy box.

"Who am I speaking to?" "Neighsay" said.

"Oh, right. I am...My name is Harshwhinny from Law Firm Wingtip." she responded.

"Ahhh..." Grubber said, as he got up from his seat and walked towards her. "I heard a lot about you. I'm Neighsay..." he said as he fiddles the lighter like Neighsay always does with his. "...Cassano! That's my name."

Harshwhinny looked at him in confusuion and awkwardness.

"What is this? He sounds like a drunk. What an ugly face. Greasy hair and aimless eyes. Gray skin...and the awkwardly protruding mouth."

"You're not Neighsay." Harshwhinny blurted.

"Yes, I am." Grubber said. As he fiddles the lighter, the lighter accidentally touched his face in intense heat. He then shrieked with his hedgehog voice, while Harshwhinny got startled.

"How dare you lie to me!?" Harshwhinny said. "Take this!" she said, handing the plant to "Neighsay".

"No. It's obvious that I'm Neighsay Cassano." Grubber said. He then sang an opera song, and Harshwhinny snapped.

Harshwhinny pointed a finger in his mouth. "Do that again or I'll rip your mouth in every direction, you asshole!" she responded. She then turned around and left.

"How creative of them, those assholes." Harshwhinny said as she walked in the hallway. Suddenly, she paused as she saw two people coming out from the hallway. One mare and one stallion. Harshwhinny easily recognized the mare was Tempest. She then saw a stallion next to her, chatting with her.

The stallion did not have such "ugly" face. Just like the creatures in the bus with him at his first day in his motherland as an adult, they marveled how handsome he was. He didn't have greasy hair but a smooth looking, slick hair all the way to the back of his neck. His eyes was in a slight flaming glow. He had a light gray complexion and a mouth that would spit out English and Italian swearing. With these kind of characteristics, he wouldn't sound like a drunk to her.

"He must be Neighsay..." Harshwhinny thought with smirk.

"Seriously." Tempest said as she chatted with Neighsay. Neighsay then patted her back, signaling Tempest that Harshwhinny is present. They continued walking, facing Harshwhinny.

"When you threatened her, did you alter your voice?" Tempest whispered to Neighsay.

"No." Neighsay responded.

"It's been a while." Harshwhinny said.

"What brings you to this humble building?" Tempest said.

"I was in the neighborhood." Harshwhinny spoked, with her eyes on Neighsay. "Is this...Mr. Neighsay Cassano?"

Neighsay just looked at her with the corners of his mouth raised, but no word came out.

"This is Mr. Neighsay Cassano." Tempest said. "He can't speak today because his tonsils are swollen."

Neighsay then turned to her with a blank face, and Tempest turned back at him. Then, he knew exactly what she did and what he needs to do.

"I'm Harshwhinny from Wingtip." Harshwhinny said, lifting her hand for a hand shake. Neighsay responded by holding her hand with two of his, and slightly bowed to her. "This is our first time meeting, right?"

Neighsay tried to let go of Harshwhinny's tight grip. He looked up at her and nodded. There, he finally got his hand out of hers.

"Tell us why you're here." Tempest said.

"Come on." Harshwhinny said. "That's no way to treat your guest. Offer me some tea and we'll talk.". She then walked off, going back to the office. Neighsay and Tempest turned to each other. In sign language, Neighsay pointed at his Adam's apple then gestured his hand along with his mouth.

Tempest then gestured her hands to her mouth as if there was a zipper. Neighsay just gave her an OK sign as they followed Harshwhinny.

Later on, three of the ponies were sitting at the Lawist office. Grubber then got a tray with three mugs. He put one mug for each pony.

"Do you think you could fool me?!" Harshwhinny yelled at Grubber. "Why would you impersonate him?!"

"I actually enjoy cosplays. Today, I dressed up as Neighsay Cassano." Grubber said. Neighsay nodded with a small innocent smile.

"Never do that again." Harshwhinny said.

"Please spare me some time...~" Grubber sang, as he turned on his lighter and blew the fire out.

"Is he serious? What's your name?" Harshwhinny said. Grubber turned to her with a serious look.

"Neighsay." Grubber said. Tempest and Neighsay looked like they were going to giggle, but Neighsay has to keep silent if he doesn't want to disclose such a white lie.

"Now that we served you some warm tea, tell us why you're here." Tempest said with a serious look. Harshwhinny sipped her tea.

"This hits the spot." Harshwhinny said. "You run your own law firm now. I'm here to share a few words of blessing." she said. She then pointed to the plant she carried a while ago. "I got a plant over there." she said. Tempest and Neighsay turned back to see the plant.

"That's called a "stuckyi". I hear it survives well no matter what. You don't have to water it often. Won't that be easy?" she said. Neighsay then nodded with a bright, childish smile. "Anyway, I wanted your law firm to last long like that plant. And what should you do to last long? You shouldn't act recklessly or foolishly. Just lie low and be silent as the grave."

Tempest innocently nodded while Neighsay still had the child smile in his face. "Thank you for your tip on survival." Tempest said. Harshwhinny then turned to Neighsay.

"You, too, Mr. Neighsay Cassano." Harshwhinny said. "Do you understand that?". Neighsay nodded with the same smile in his face. "I'm still older than you! Shouldn't you at least answer me!?". Neighsay then said in sign language, rubbing his Adam's apple with the same cute smile in his face once again.

"All right. Enough of that. Let's have a brief conversation! Okay?" Harshwhinny said. Neighsay took a silent deep breath.

"Okay." Neighsay said in an altered, weak voice.

"I couldn't hear you. Say that again." Harshwhinny said. Neighsay then leaned closer to her ear.

"Okay." he said in a weird voice. His voice was somehow like squeaky boy. He tried to hide his accent. Harshwhinny's reaction was awkward.

"All right, then. I won't see you off. Goodbye." Tempest stood up. Neighsay kept making his squeaky voice as he clears his throat.

"Sure. I should leave when I'm asked to leave." Harshwhinny said as she stood up and looked at the duo. "I'm off.". As she walked off, she heard Neighsay's weird voice again."

"Gosh, it's hot!" Neighsay said with his altered voice. Harshwhinny turned to him with confusion and awkwardness. He sounded like a whimpering kid. "Mr. Grubber! I need some napkins! It's hot."

Harshwhinny immediately left the awkward scenario and the office. "This is very confusing. There's no way he's a bozo like that." she said as she walked off.

Meanwhile, Flam was reading a book in a common office at Wingtip. He watched over the other lawyers with a glare. Caramel and Flim were chatting near an elevator.

"I will try to handle what you asked as soon as possible." Caramel said.

"Okay. Have a good day." Flim said as he walked into the elevator.

"Thank you. Bye."

"Farewell, Sir."

Flam then stood up with a smirk and got up to leave until Caramel called him.

"Flam!" Caramel called.

"What's up, boss?" Flam said.

"I told you to stop calling me that!" Caramel said with a hand that looks like he was about to slap him.

"When did you..."

Caramel sighed. "Your boss needs to see you in his office."

Later on, both Caramel and Flam were alone in the office. Flam stopped looking down and turned his eyes to Caramel. He then raised the corners of his mouth with his teeth shown as an innocent smile.

"This so frustrating!" Caramel said as he got down to a couch. "As of today, you are officially...". Flam kept looking at Caramel, waiting for the answer. "...a partner at Wingtip."

"What?! Me?!"

"Yes! You! That's right! You!" Caramel said. "Gosh. But why you!? Who the heck are you?!"

"Pardon?"

"Never mind. We should negotiate your annual salary." Caramel said. "Do that with the director. Do you need your own office? You should get one. You like Tempest. Take her office."

"What?! How could I..."

"You find it weird too, right?! I'm very unhappy right now." Caramel said. "But I've got no choice. He..."

Flam just responded with a nod.

"Just work hard." Caramel said. Flam looked down.

"Okay."

"Back to work."

"Okay."

"Get out!" Caramel shouted.

"Okay! I'm leaving!" Flam said as he rushed out of the office.

"That fool..." Caramel said. "Why does Chairman Flim want me to promote a fool like him?! Is Flam a relative of his...?"

As Flam walked to Tempest's former office, he stopped short and started happy dancing to her former office.

At the Lawist Law firm, a projector was being used and it was a PowerPoint about "Bringing Destruction to Babel Chemicals". The power point may have a lot of colors, but it almost looked old-fashioned or childish. Tempest was in front in the board while Neighsay and Grubber sat down, looking at the slide.

"Let me begin." Tempest said. "There are 42 victims in total. And nine of them are dead. They all had blood-related diseases. All the victims died from leukemia."

"The report said it was caused by BLSD. What is that?" Neighsay said.

"Well, that's..." Tempest responded. As grubber moved to the next slide, a bling childish sound was produced. "Damn it." she said. The slides were blocked by Tempest when she literally went to the center and turned to Grubber. "Why did you make it look so tacky?"

"I'm sorry. I just like vivid colors." Grubber said. Tempest sighed as she turned back to the slide to explain Neighsay's question.

"It's a chemical expected to revolutionize the next-gen display panels. But its manufacture was banned in the US because of its toxicity." Tempest said.

"It's just like RDU-90. It shouldn't be used on creatures." Neighsay added.

"That proves how heinous they are." Tempest said. "Next, it's the lawyer representing the victims in the Babel lawsuit." she spoke. Grubber then went to the next slide, and it revealed a big picture of a stallion making a weird smile.

"What the heck!?" Tempest shrieked. "I thought he was a ghost!"

"Sorry." Grubber said. "I'm not particularly good at taking screenshots of the interview." he said, and Tempest turned back to the PowerPoint with a visible eye roll.

"This is Flash Magnus, who represents the victims. Also known as "Stinking Magnus". He's one dirty lawyer."

"Let me tell you this...as a lawyer who specializes in industrial accidents suits. You must settle with the company! When you file an industrial accident lawsuit against a conglomerate, the more you waste, you will receive less settlement...!"

"They filed the lawsuit two months ago. The first hearing is in five days, but he keeps recommending them to settle." Grubber added.

"Recommending to settle isn't against the law." Neighsay said.

"Of course not." Tempest said. "But what if he is already in on it with Wingtip in trying to persuade the victims' families?"

"Where's your proof?" Neighsay said.

"It came from my informant, so I can't tell you." Tempest said, as clutched her chest with her ballpen.

"I bet it's not that reliable." Neighsay said.

"You seem to occasionally look down on me. That's your thing, right?" Tempest said.

"But you will..." Grubber spoke. "...tell me, right?"

"No." Tempest said, wagging her ball pen with a fluffy bunny head on top. Grubber just responded with a nod.

"And the hospital?" Neighsay responded. Tempest turned to him. "It says here that the hospital belongs to Babel."

"That's right. Before Haernum became Babel, Farnum Flim Skim's father, Hondo Flanks, founded it. Director Claude of Haernum Medical Center. He's also the chief of the Hemato-oncology Department.

"Are you sure you have nothing to do with Babel Chemicals."

"We have nothing to do with them!"

"He fabricated the diagnosis is quash the insurance lawsuit. He's a quack who doesn't give a shit about the oath he made." Tempest added.

"And the press?" Neighsay asked.

"Make sure Babel stands out in the articles!"

"Director September of Equestria Daily. He sucks up to Babel to get more advertisers on his paper. They're trashy reporters." Tempest added.

"Make it look believable!"

"When researchers cough up blood and collapse, they publish articles like this. They are quite the assholes, aren't they?"

The slide now shows 4 stallions.

"Evil conglomerate, quack doctors, trashy reporters, and lowlife lawyers!" Tempest said, pointing to each stallion. She then turned to the Grubber and Neighsay. "They're the whole package. No one can beat them. Of course, except for me." Tempest said proudly, pointing her ball pen right at her self.

"We should represent the victims." Neighsay responded.

"Oh..." Grubber responded. "There are only five days left until the trial." he said, while Tempest sat in a chair. "Even if we represent them, the trial will be tough."

"He has a point. If we go to trial unprepared like this, we'll be crushed." Tempest said. "I bet whatever evidence that crooked submitted would be insufficient."

"We'll think about that later." Neighsay said.

"Even if you try to persuade him, I'll doubt he'll give in that easily." Tempest said.

As Neighsay fiddles with his lighter once more, he answered: "I don't need to do that."

"Then, what?" Tempest asked. Neighsay continued to fiddle with his lighter as he looked at Flash Magnus's weird face. What was his plan? Tempest and Neighsay went to his office. Tempest sat in front of Flash while Neighsay stayed walking around the small room.

"So you're saying...that I should resign from representing my clients?" Flash said. "Why would I?"

"I heard the only thing you're doing is recommending them to settle." Tempest said.

"That's because the victims' families are in bad shape." Flash said.

"Beware of the first pony who recommends to settle." Neighsay spoke, while he spray some plants with water. "That pony is..."

"A traitor." Tempest answered. She then leaned to the desk, looking at Flash with serious eyes. "A traitor who offers to settle is strangled to death in movies. Attacked from behind!" she hissed wildly.

"Well..." Flash responded. "I wanted to fight at first. But I realized it'd be in vain."

"You should have at least pretended to throw a punch before recommending them to settle! You have no conscience." Tempest said.

"Only a vulgar law broker would do something like this, not a lawyer." Neighsay said, as he patted Tempest's shoulder once.

"Or a piece of trash." Tempest added.

Flash scoffed and turned to the duo. "Let me explain. Okay?". Neighsay was walking around when he ended up facing a shelf full of documents. "I have to grasp the situation quickly so I can get a better deal for the victims.". Neighsay reached out a document and propped it in his hands. Before Flash could stop the stallion, Tempest spoke.

"Didn't you make that decision to help yourself, not to help the victim?" Tempest said.

"To help myself? My goodness. What do you take me for?" Flash said. While Neighsay was looking around, he turned to a painting that was hung in the wall behind Flash. A sudden, Neighsay notices something strange about the artwork in the office. "Hey, here's a thing about me. I always fight for my clients! I fight on their behalf only thinking about how to do what's best for them!" Flash said. Flash didn't notice Neighsay slightly behind him.

Neighsay saw a corner of the frame was loose. "That's all I have in mind! I haven't slept since I took the case!" Flash shouted. Neighsay then faced in front of the painting, and looked at it from top to bottom. "Look at all the medicine I take! How can you...!"

"Do you know what the only evil thing I can't condone?" Neighsay spoke behind him. The soft orange pegasus turned to Neighsay. "It's hypocrisy. When a hypocrite repents, even that is a lie."

"I can't believe this!" Flash shouted.

"Let's make this simple. Send us a document that says you will resign from this case by tomorrow." Tempest said.

"Let's say I do that." Flash said. Tempest then leaned over his desk with her hands. "Do you think my clients will accept that? You have no idea how much the families trust me."

"That's none of my business. Just send the document. And make sure to pay the courier." Tempest squeaked. As she got up and grabbed her purse, Flash got up as well and slammed his desk.

"What if I can't do that?!" Flash said.

"I plan to send you to a deserted place." Neighsay said, walking towards Flash with eerie. "A place where creatures can't hear you whatever you yap about."

"Go ahead! Do it!" Flash said. Neighsay slightly face-palmed that moment. "Don't you think I can see right through you? Look at these assholes." Flash chuckled. "You're threatening me to steal my case and make some money!" he said.

Tempest then slammed her desk and glared at Flash. "Yes, we are threatening you, but that's not why. Our goal is to keep fighting."

"And to win, of course." Neighsay added. Tempest walked to the exit while Neighsay turned to Flash. "You should clean your office." he said. Flash sighed as they both walked out. Neighsay then turned to him with an innocent smile before he rushed to Tempest.

Meanwhile, Flim and the Babel executives were in the Babel boardroom. Chairman Flim is treating the executives to a very spicy bowl of Frutta Di Mare All’acqua Pazza. Flim did really handle the heat. The executives even heard him slurping.

"Why aren't you eating?" Flim said. With just a few words, the executives when went for the bowl and ate what's in it. "If you don't want to eat it, give me a plan. The stocks are plummeting and the tabloids are saying it was arson." he mentioned. The executives just took a deep breath in and out from how spicy it was. "How come you creatures still haven't come up with a plan? Why is that!?" Flim shouted.

"Hey, give me water!" one of the executives said.

"Not until he finishes the bowl!" Flim shouted.

"Water, my ass." one of them said.

Suddenly, somethings buzzed in the table. Flim took a look at his side and saw someone was calling him. The creature who was calling Flam was labeled "HIM". With the executives busy with the soup's extreme spiciness, Flim took of his napkin, got his phone, and hurriedly left the room.

"Yes, sir." Flim answered.

"Are you torturing them with spicy food again?" Flam said through the phone. Flam was organizing Tempest's former desk.

"No, I'm not." Flim nervously said.

"Is a high tolerance of spicy food something to brag about?" Flam said.

"I wasn't bragging. I was just teaching them a lesson. All they do is talk." Flim said.

"Stop fooling around and listen carefully." Flam said. "Go to Babel Chemicals with a reporter from Equestria Daily today. And make it sound as if BLSD is ready to hit the market. Got it?"

"What? But it's not ready yet. Can we do that?"

"Hey! Hey! Chairman Skim!" Flam said. "These conglomerates in Canterlot are just like body builders in steroids. Whether it's a lie or an exaggeration, a good appearance is all they care about. Got it?"

"Yes, sir. I got it." Flim said. "Okay. Bye.". As soon as the call ended, Flim started to twitch his body. He then leaned against the wall in a concerned, panic face. His body couldn't help but just twitch.

"Damn it. This is so humiliating." Flim said.

Meanwhile, Neighsay and Tempest were outside, and a food truck was parked outside. They sat on a single table with drinks and a hotdog.

"I told her to hold the ketchup." Neighsay sighed, as he looked at the food truck driver. He used a plastic knife to scoop out the ketchup from his treat, and put them on the tissue. "There's too much."

"You know, persuading the families into firing Mr. Magnus would've been easier." Tempest said.

"That would be harder. That's why I didn't go for it." Neighsay said.

"I've persuaded hundreds of clients like them. I only need 5 minutes." Tempest said.

"Asking them to fight is like...dragging them to the pits of hell." Neighsay said.

"I wouldn't ask them to fight like some soldiers!" Tempest exclaimed. "I have my ways." she said with a smirk. Neighsay didn't bothered her, even with a single word. "I can do it." she said. Neighsay tilted his head in confusion.

"You want to bet on it?" Tempest said.

"Sure. Let's do that." Neighsay said.

Tempest hummed. "What should we bet?". Suddenly, she saw four high school colts. She watched them very closely.

"Ready or not, rock-paper-scissors!". The one who lost got his bangs raised and flicked in the forehead.

"A finger flick!" Tempest exclaimed, as she turned to Neighsay.

"A finger flick?" Neighsay spoke. As he imitated a finger flick, he turned to her. "Like this?"

"Yes. That. A single finger flick with all your might!" she hissed.

"We're not foals." Neighsay said. "I don't hit females even if it's a game."

"This isn't like that. It's a simple punishment for losing the bet." Tempest said as she took a bite. "If I lose, I'll let you hit me."

"No." Neighsay said. "I plan to live by my principles." he said as he took a bite from his hotdog.

"Anyway, watch and learn." Tempest said. And yes, Neighsay did watched.

They now went to the boardroom of Mr. Magnus's client. Tempest did told him to watch and learn, but what did Neighsay saw? Tempest was dramatically shedding crocodile tears in front of the client. Neighsay watched her with a mix of awkwardness, shock, and confusion. As Neighsay prepared cups of coffee, Tempest spoke with emotion:

"Everyone here...The victims..." Tempest said. Neighsay bought the tray, placed each cup to the client members on the table, as he turned to Tempest. "I'm only saying this because you are like my family. I will be your family and fight with you. You cannot give up!"

"I'm sorry." one of them said. "But we will see this through with Mr. Magnus."

"Please, listen to me." Tempest whimpered. "Sister. My brothers." she said, then she turned to the other side. "Big sister. Can't you see I'm genuine?"

"Why do you keep telling us to start a fight that we can't win?" one of them said.

"After the babel Pharmaceuticals' lawsuit, we made up our decision for good." another said. "We will not fight them."

Neighsay continued walking around behind Tempest.

"Babel could've lost if the victims' families held out longer." Tempest cried.

"We heard their lawyer died because he coerced witness to perjure in exchange for money." one of them said. As Tempest heard those words, her dramatic expression changed to a serious one. Neighsay turned to her while he was reading a few files.

Tempest turned to them in a glare. "What did you just say?"

"It was on the news. Didn't you see it?" one of them said. Tempest scoffed, looking at her.

"You know firsthand how the news is full of lies, and you still believe the news?" Tempest said.

"Why are you taking it out on us?" one of them said.

"The lawyer who died fighting Babel Pharmaceuticals...is my father." Tempest said. The client members looked at Tempest in shock. "Lawyer Caballeron.". The client members looked at each other in confusion. "Since my father couldn't beat them, I shouldn't fight them, right? Because I'll lose anyway. But do you know why I want to fight? Because we might be able to beat them in a few punches. I can see that. That's why."

"Gosh, I'm sorry to say this, but it doesn't look that way on us." one of the members said.

"Please trust me! We can beat them!" Tempest said.

"We're signing the settlement papers tomorrow. We already made our decision." one of them said. "Please, stop confusing us and leave."

"I'm not confusing you! I'm giving you hope!" Tempest said. "Why won't you trust me?! I can win this.". All of a sudden, a megaphone in Neighsay's hands started alarming a very loud sound. Neighsay tried to switch the sound off, then he turned to the surprised creatures with a slight smile. He grabbed a small microphone connected to the megaphone.

"Testing..." Neighsay said through the megaphone. "It's working now.". He then went in front beside Tempest, still holding the megaphone. "Do you know why you can't win?" Neighsay said. "Because you didn't have...lawyers like us." he said as he glanced at Tempest.

Tempest glanced back at him. All she knew was Neighsay looking down on her, but what he did was very unexpected. She thought he would disappoint her with such words. He would treat her like she is a lowlife lawyer, but instead, he stood up for her. Is it because they slandered Caballeron, or to break the tension and get the client's attention?

"Lawyers like us are used to winning, don't get tired, and never have any doubts. If you turn us down, you're basically throwing away the chance to win." Neighsay said through the megaphone.

At Babel Chemicals, Flim was in the car's backseat, with his driver driving hurriedly to the place.

"There he is!" one guest shouted.

Flim immediately got out of the car and was quickly gathered by reporters. The reporters kept their cameras on Flim as he walked inside. The banner outside was labeled: "Babel Chemicals has succeeded in developing BLSD.". Two stallions opened the door for Flim's way in. The executives were standing in the right while the Babel Chemicals's employees were in the opposite side.

Flim then went in front of the executives, looking at the employees. "Babel's BLSD will finally get to see the light of day. It's..." he said. At that moment, cameras started flashing as Flim chuckled. "It's a dream come true. Now, the display panel market in Canterlot will undergo a rapid change thanks to our BLSD. I thank our dear researchers. Thank you so much for your hard work." he said as he and the creatures at the back clapped. Flim then went to the employees and shook hooves, claws, wings, and et cetera, but something was wrong with the last employee at the first row.

It was the monk's friend, and he looks like he was twitching. He held his chest very hard from the pain. As Flim was about to shake hands with him, the employee cough out some blood, staining Flim's suit and closed mouth.

"Hey!"

"What's going on!?"

"What happened?!"

"What the hell?!" Flim shouted, wiping blood from his mouth.

"To the hospital, now!"

"Call 911 now and move him!"

"No, not him! I'm talking about me, asshole!" Flim shouted.

"Let's go!"

"Blood!"

"Take me to the hospital!"

"What happened?!"

"He's bleeding."

"What's going on!?"

"Hey, call 911 now!"

"Damn it." one of the employees said.

"Come on, we have to help him!"

"Sign the paper or we won't take you to the hospital. Okay?" the employee whispered at the the monk's friend.

"What happened?! Golden Gavel!"

"Come on..."

Later on, Soarin, the piano player and the Ant Company were having lunch at Donut Joe's resto.

"Gosh, come on."

"What?"

"What's this?"

"I mean, why would thugs like them have a meal at a place like this?" the piano player whispered at Soarin.

"I know, right?" Soarin whispered back. "It's not like they're the Mafia.". As they returned eating, Starstreak's right hand stallion shrieked from pain, and he pulled out a rusty nail from his mouth!

"What...?" Starstreak said, looking at the nail in shock.

"Why is that in there?!" Joe exclaimed. The other henchstallions looked at Stygian and Joe.

"Unbelievable." Starstreak said. "How did a nail get mixed up in the spaghetti? We should upload this to all the social media pages." Starstreak said while Joe and stygian looked in great terror.

While his right hand stallion yelped, he spoke: "I think it pierced my mouth-."

"And it's rusty, too." Starstreak said. "This is bad. You never got the DPT vaccine."

"No." his stallion spoke.

"What if you get tetanus? Do you have any pencilin?!"

"Come on!" Stygian yelled, hanging his fist on a table. As he walked towards them, he said: "I see that you've decided to play dirty. Trying to drive us out, are you?"

Angry, Starstreak's right hand stallion flips one of the table full of dishes and food. "You're asking for a beating, aren't you?! Why you...!". Before he could beat up Stygian, a pair walked in. It was Neighsay and Tempest.

"Hold it!" Tempest shouted, as she walked towards the three stallions.

"Just pay up and leave." Neighsay said.

"Oh, look. I'm done." Starstreak said. "How much is it?"

"How about this!? How about this nail?!" Starstreak's stallion said, showing the nail in front of Neighsay's face. "It was in my food!"

"What are you doing with that, Dumb-Bell?! Don't do that." Starstreak said. Without Dumb-Bell paying attention to the stallion in front of him, Neighsay slapped Dumb-Bell's face downward, causing him to loose balance. Stygian, Joe, Soarin, the piano player, and Starstreak's other stallions , and of course, Tempest gasped.

"Sit down! Stay calm and sit down!" Starstreak panicked.

"Let's go!" Starstreak's stallions shouted.

"Damn it!" Starstreak said. Neighsay then hardly kicked a chair toward them in an active manner, causing two stallion's to trip.

"You asshole!" one of the stallions said, as he was about to punch Neighsay, but then Neighsay held his fist, kicked the stallion in the crotch, and slapped his face, causing him to yelp in pain and fall to the ground. Another then punched Neighsay on the side of his chest. Neighsay returned the move by punching his face, stomach and head. Another stallion then threw a glass at Neighsay, but Neighsay simply grabbed the glass as if it was a simple pass. The piano player cheered after Neighsay's stunt.

The piano player, Stygian, and Joe clapped their hands while Tempest looked at Neighsay, amazed. Neighsay then put the glass in the table.

"I told you to stop! How will you get through life with no self-control?!" Starstreak shouted. The stallion who tried to throw the glass at Neighsay grabbed a knife. Neighsay grabbed a table cloth.

"Hey, stop that!". Before the henchstallion can even harm or stab Neighsay, Neighsay slapped him across his face with cloth. The stallion tried to kick Neighsay, but Neighsay slapped his leg. Neighsay then wringed his neck with the table cloth, and hardly shoved him aside.

"Disruptive customers may face maximum fine of 15 million bits fine or a five-year prison sentence depending on the offense. You'd better watch it." Tempest said. Starstreak just got up and walked toward one of his stallions. Neighsay took breath ins and outs as he stroke his mane.

"Are you happy now? You idiot." Starstreak said. "You're embarrassing, so just get up.". He then turned to Stygian and Joe. "Keep your restaurant clean! Let's go!". The stallions then tried to walk out. "Go. Hurry. Go.".

"Did you pay?" Neighsay spoke. Starstreak then harshly turned to Neighsay.

"I was going to do that next." Starstreak said. "Here goes my hand to my back pocket~" he hummed. "Goodness. What's the rush!?" he said, as the corners of Neighsay's lips slightly raised. He then pick paper money in his pocket. "Here you go."

"It's 95,000 bits." Joe nervously said. "You need to pay more.". Starstreak then got more in his wallet.

"Here." Starstreak said, as Joe nervously grabbed the money.

"Sir! Sir!" Dumb-Bell called. "I can't open my eyes! I can't see anything! Where are you, sir?!"

"This way." Starstreak spoke.

"Okay. Make some sounds. Clap."

"Hurry."

"This way."

"Be careful. One, two."

"Oh, my babies!" Joe cried, kneeling in front of the crashed dishes.

"One, two."

"My plates! What do I do?" Joe cried. "My goodness."

Neighsay then reached for his wallet in his jacket's pocket. "I'm sorry. I'll pay for the plates."

"What?" Joe said. Neighsay give him paper money, and Joe can't believe his eyes.

"That's a lot of money." Tempest said. Neighsay simply walked off, and Tempest gave Joe's shoulder pat as she looked at him. She then followed Neighsay, and Stygian comforted Joe. Joe kept his eyes on the money, while the piano player looked at Neighsay with wingding eyes.

"He's not even hiding it now." the piano player said, as she blushed. "He's just outright hot."

In the Lawist office, Grubber looked very clean in hair and suit. His hair was fixed and he wore a simple but neat suit.

"Jeez. I'm so sick of those thugs." Tempest said as she and Neighsay walked in.

"Excuse me." Grubber said rushing towards them. "I'm sorry. I need to leave early today."

"Is something wrong?" Tempest said.

"What should I do? I have a blind date. It's been three years." Grubber said. Tempest gasped and chuckled, while Neighsay smiled.

"You should go! Hurry! Good luck!" Tempest cheered.

"I can do it!" Grubber said, making a heart sign above his forehead.

"Don't talk too much!" Tempest said.

"Okay!" Grubber said, rushing out.

"And one more thing!" Tempest called as she opened the window to see Grubber. "And don't play any weird games!"

"Got it!" Grubber said. As Tempest closed the window, she realized something.

"Oh, right." Tempest whispered to herself. "The finger flick.". She then turned to Neighsay. "Should we go for dinner?". When she turned to him, he had a weird gesture in his hands.

"What are you doing?" Tempest said. Neighsay exhaled as he took of his coat jacket.

"We made a bet earlier." Neighsay said.

"You said you didn't hit females even if it was a game." Tempest said. Neighsay then took of his wristwatch.

"You said it was okay." Neighsay said, putting his wristwatch aside.

"Yes, I did say that." Tempest said. Neighsay then rotated and stretched his arms. "Do you need to warm up just for a finger flick?". Neighsay the shook his hands as fast as he could.

"Shall we proceed?"

""Proceed"? Am I being sentenced?!" Tempest said. Neighsay just gestured his fingers at Tempest to come closer. "Okay. What's all the fuss?" she said. Neighsay just stood patiently. Tempest just nervously walked closer to Neighsay.

"It's against your principles." Tempest said, coming closer to Neighsay. "Fine. Do it!" she said as she cutely close her eyes. Neighsay kept glaring at her. He can't focus because of her slight twitching. He even checked if she was looking or not.

Tempest slowly opened one eyes, then the other. "Get it over with.". Neighsay the got even closer to Tempest. For a sudden, he felt something strange. His face soften with caring eyes.

And for the first time, he actually started blushing very light. She looked cute with squinting, closed eyes. He even started smiling along with his blush. She looked very babyish. He went too close to comfort. To snap him out, he flicked Tempest's forehead, but it was very light. Tempest lightly grunted, touching her forehead.

"What was that? Do it again." Tempest spoke in a cute voice. Neighsay just went for his wristwatch and put in around his wrist.

"I tried, but I missed." Neighsay said. "Until next time, then.". He put a suitcase in the table, and he went looking for something. "Right. It's over here.". Suddenly, Flam sneaked in to the entrance.

Seeing Tempest, Flam went behind her. "Tempest!" Flam exclaimed as he surprised her.

"Jeez!" Tempest shrieked. As she punched Flam's shoulder, she said: "Don't sneak up on me like that!". Flam saw Neighsay in the document shelf.

"Hi." Flam waved. Neighsay turned to him and waved back. "Do you want to guess what happened today!?". Tempest raised an eyebrow at him. Flam then started dancing, and he slipped as he kneel in front of Tempest.

"Can you feel my heartbeat!?" Flam exclaimed and Tempest looked at him with awkwardness. "I...became an official partner. I'm no longer an intern. I'm a partner of Wingtip! Yeah!". Tempest just walked away.

"Right. Good for you." Tempest said.

"Wait." Flam walked towards Tempest. "You don't seem happy. I'm a partner now. Partner. Hello~".

"Yes. Good for you." Tempest said, lightly patting her bunny head ball pen topper against her neck.

"Congratulations." Neighsay spoke.

"You're so mean." Flam said to Tempest.

"It was only natural! Did you want to be an intern forever?" Tempest said. Flam turned to her.

"You didn't congratulate me properly." Flam said as he sat down.

"To make up for that, I'll buy you something delicious." Tempest said. "Let's have roasted poblano soup. The spiciest there is."

Flam looked down then turned to her. "Can't we get something else?"

"Forget it." Tempest said. "I'm buying, so it's up to me."

"Okay! Fine! I'll eat. Let's go." Flam said.

"I'm good. Enjoy your meal!" Neighsay said. Flam suddenly laughed.

"Creatures from Trottingham can't eat spicy food." Flam said. "Let's go."

"I guess he can't handle it." Tempest blurted as she walked off with Flam. Within a few seconds, Neighsay banged the documents on the table, catching Flam and Tempest's attention.

"Trottinghamian creatures love spicy chilis! They even carry pepperoni with them. And I do too." Neighsay said furiously, walking toward Flam. "They're 20,000 on the Scoville scale."

"I love bird's eye chilis from Thighland. That's 100,000 Scoville." Flam said with a smile.

"I love Red Savina haberanos in Mexicolt. They're 300,000 Scoville.". Tempest was busy watching them chat in the center.

"Do you know ghost peppers from Hindia? They are 800,000 Scoville." Flam said.

"You can eat 800,000-Scoville chilis?" Neighsay asked.

"Yes."

"I guess you can handle some spicy food." Neighsay said.

"Yes."

"Shall we go for poblano soup?"

"Sure."

"Let's go."

"Let's go."

"There's no chili that's 800,000 Scoville." Neighsay spoke, as he trotted along with Flam.

"What's up with them?" Tempest said awkwardly, as she rushed to the two stallions.

When they arrived and the food was served, Neighsay and Flam looked at each other with competitive looks. Neighsay already started eating while Flam and Tempest had a chat.

"Thank you." Tempest said. "Did you get any cases?"

"Yes. The elks filed a lawsuit." Flam said.

"The elks?" Tempest said.

"An environmental organization filed a lawsuit on behalf of the elks against TQ E&C for building a tunnel. How absurd." Flam said.

"That's common in the US and Europa. I guess you didn't know." Neighsay said.

"I see. I guess I didn't know that much." Flam said as he started eating. Neighsay could hear their slurping.

"This hits the spot." Tempest said. Flam sharply exhaled from the heat.

"What kind of lawsuits do you handle in Trottingham?" Flam said.

"Company disputes and mediation." Neighsay answered.

"That must've been a tough job. And there's the Mafia in Trottingham." Flam said. Neighsay stopped slurping, hearing the word "Mafia".

"Actually, the Mafia don't meddle in the lives of regular creatures and businesses. They do businesses amongst themselves. They don't cross the line." Neighsay added.

""The line"." Flam repeated.

"No more shoptalk." Tempest said. "This won't do. Want more chili oil?"

"What?". Before they could say anything, Tempest already had pour the oil in their bowls.

"I'm actually good." Flam said nervously. Neighsay just looked at his bowl and continued eating. Without anyone looking, Flam poured water into his glass, and before he could grab the glass, Neighsay got it and drank it all up. Flam then got another glass.

"It's too spicy for you. Have something else." Flam said.

"This is delicious." Neighsay said.

"Is that so?" Flam said as he drank his glass. "Then, are you guys working together?". Neighsay nodded, but Tempest had a different answer.

"Well, for now." Tempest said.

"Don't make Tempest's life difficult." Flam said as his hiccupped. "You look a little hard-boiled."

"Do I?" Neighsay asked.

"It's just a feeling I got!" Flam said. "You seem gentle on the outside, but you might be cold and cruel on the inside." Flam said, licking a lemon.

"I'm not like that. Just eat." Neighsay said. Flam just continued chewing the lemon, chuckling at him. Without Tempest looking, Neighsay poured half of the bottle's water into his soup. Then, Flam poured all the chili oil in Neighsay's bowl as well.

"Enjoy your meal, Mr. C." Flam said.

"You sure can eat spicy food." Tempest said.

Later on, the monk heard what happened to Golden Gavel. He rushed into the emergency ward of a hospital.

"Golden Gavel..." the monk trembled. He rushed to a bed, and there lies Golden Gavel.

"Hey, what did they say? Did I cough up too much blood? This is embarrassing." Golden Gavel said.

"That's not the problem! Look at you!" the monk trembled.

"Hey, if I die, go to the mountain and pray for me. So I can go peacefully." Golden Gavel said as he coughed.

"Stop talking nonsense." the monk cried.

"Damn it. When the others collapsed, I never thought it would happen to me." Gavel said. "Anyway, I can't believe that chairman. How can he make a fuss...because my blood got on him when I was the one who collapsed?"

"Don't get too worked up." the monk cried.

"Yes."

"Focus on your breathing." he said. "Okay?"

"Hey." Gavel spoke. "I'm okay. I'm Golden Gavel from Bales. Golden Gavel." he said as he clutches his fist against the monk's chest. The monk continued crying as Golden Gavel took a rest.

The monk was now at the waiting room, holding a rosary. Claude came towards him.

"Are you the guardian?"

"Yes." he answered. "My friend is an orphan. He doesn't have anyone but me. So I'm...But what does he have?"

"It's chronic myelogenous leukemia." he answered. The monk was shocked and saddened. "It's a hematologic malignancy from a genetic mutation. Did he smoke or work a lot?"

"Well, yes. But he only smoked a little. He did seem to be swamped with work. Is that the cause?" the monk said.

"The cause hasn't been identified yet, but it could have been a factor."

"My friend works at Babel Chemicals. Does it have anything to do with his job?" he said.

"Babel Chemicals takes their protocol very seriously." Claude said. "If there was a problem at work, your friend probably failed to follow the protocol."

Later, Neighsay and Flam were out of the resto they ate. Because of the spiciness, Flam drank one small carton while Neighsay had 4 times the milk cartons than what Flam drank.

"Goodness..." Tempest said as she got out of the restaurant. "You two look like hell from trying to show off.". Flam then got off the bench he and Neighsay were sitting in.

"We should go for round two." Flam said.

"Thus isn't the time for that!" Tempest said. "Go get ready for trial."

"I can do that tomorrow." Flam said. "Right, Mr. Cassano?"

"Listen to her." Neighsay said, in a weak voice. He almost looked like he got drunk.

"Come on." Flam said, as Neighsay sharply exhaled. Suddenly, Tempest's phone started buzzing in her coat jacket.

"Tempest Shadow speaking." she responded. "Hello Monk Pharynx."

"Is she a Buddhist now?" Flam said to Neighsay.

"Don't talk to me." Neighsay said.

"Okay. See you soon." Tempest said as the call ended. She then walked towards Neighsay and Flam.

"You can't handle spicy food at all." Flam said.

"We should head back to the plaza now." Tempest said.

"What is it?"

"Go home. Call me if you need help." Tempest said. She then turned to Neighsay and gently put her hands in his shoulders. "Let's go. Heave ho. Heave ho.". Neighsay grunted as he tried to get back up. "You'll be okay. Heave ho." Tempest said.

"Heave ho. Heave ho. Heave ho." Tempest chanted, still clinging into Neighsay's shoulders.

"Tempest!" Flam called.

"One, two." Tempest spoke. As both Tempest and Neighsay were leaving, Flam looked at the duo with anger...and jealousy.

All members were gathered at the Canterlot Temple and it looks like Neighsay is now feeling conscious after a spice.

"Was I being lied then?" Pharynx said.

"Yes. The director lied to you." Tempest said. "Haenum Medical Center is owned by Babel."

"Anyone related to Babel is a scumbag!" the dry cleaner said.

"How could this happen?!" Cheese said. "He used to be so healthy!"

"His diagnosis was-" Pharynx said.

"Chronic myelogenous leukemia." Grubber answered.

"Yes, that's it." Pharynx said.

"He got it from working with a toxic substance called BLSD. Of course, the hospital said it was his fault." Neighsay said.

"Then isn't this an industrial accident?" Pharynx said.

"Yes, it is. There are many victims." Neighsay added.

"Shouldn't he fight Babel?" the dry cleaner said.

"No one wants to fight them." Tempest said.

"Why the hell not?!" the snack bar owner said. "I would've sued them already!"

"Is it because they offered a lot of settlement money?" Cheese's wife said.

"Not really." Tempest said. "They want to settle it quietly because they know they'll lose."

"But they didn't even try fighting them. They ought to at least try something!" Cheese said.

"Stop it." his wife whispered.

"This is frustrating." Cheese said.

"Poor thing. All he did was work." Pharynx said.

"Please help Golden Gavel." the snack bar owner said. "He was such a decent stallion."

--In flashback--

One time, Golden Gavel repaired the dry cleaner stallion's washing machine.

"Mr. Shy, the cause of the water leakage was the trap gasket." Gavel said.

"What's that?" Mr. Shy said.

"It'll be done. I need ten minutes." Gavel chuckled.

"Okay."

There was also a time when Golden Gavel helped the snack bar owner with making and cooking snacks, dishes, and food.

"Goodness. Thank you so much for your help!" the snack bar owner exclaimed.

"Gosh."

"He helped fix our problems like his own."

"Thanks!"

"He was good-natured and polite. He was so nice."

Another time was when he helped Cheese Sandwich and his wife with their pawn shop.

"Why are you guys fighting?!" Gavel exclaimed.

"We're not fighting." Cheese's wife responded.

"Look."

"It's working. Do it."

"It's working?!"

"He was like family to us."

"It's working!"

"Why did you call him then!?"

"Hey!"

--At present--

"We'll do everything we can, so he's not wronged." Tempest said. Neighsay got a plastic bottle of water. Before he could drink it, he heard weird sounds from the monk who was fasting. Everyone turned to the monk as they heard it. Suddenly, the monk grunted as he made weird hand gestures and movements and at last had his hands clapped together.

"Sir. Are you finally done?" Pharynx said.

"I know this is sudden, but I've completed my training." the monk said. "I can help now."

"Sir." Grubber said. "Gosh.". The monk then walked towards Neighsay.

"Help us, merciful Buddha." Pharynx said.

"Congratulations."

Neighsay then stood up, then turned to Tempest. "We should get started."

"Okay." Tempest nodded. As Neighsay trotted off, Tempest followed him from behind.

The next day, Flash Magnus was just trotting down the hallway with a suit case in his hands, grooving to the music played in the area. He grooved as he tries to go to the office.

"I love this sound." Flash said, snapping his fingers. As he was in the door, he saw a sign. "What's this? "Flash Magnus not allowed"? What's this!?" he said. As he entered, he heard the monks chanting and singing. His officemates and the monks were bowing in front a sash labeled: "PRAYER FOR MR. CASSANO AND MS. TEMPEST'S VICTORY".

"What's going on?" Flash said. "Sir! Excuse me!" he called Pharynx. "What are you doing here?!"

Pharynx got up and turned to him. The rest turned to Flash with serious faces.

"Didn't you see you're not allowed here?" one client said.

"You have no shame!"

Flash chuckled. "What's going on?"

"That evil stallion!" the monk shouted.

""Evil"?" Flash said.

"You covered their eyes and ears by your lies. You are evil!" Pharynx said as he walked towards him.

""Evil"?!"

"Get out of here, evil-doer!" the monk shouted.

""Evil"?!"

"Evil stallion!"

"Why are you here?!" Flash said.

"Get out of here! Out!" the monk yelled, angrily marching towards him, while banging on his instrument. Pharynx followed the monk, while Flash hurriedly got out the room with fear.

"My gosh!" Flash yelled.

To his surprise, he found Tempest and Neighsay leaning against the walls of the hallway, and Tempest looked at him with a mischievous smirk. Tempest then took out something from her bag and showed it to Flash.

"The notice of your dismissal by the victims' families." Tempest spoke. Flash tried to grab it, but Tempest put it back inside her bag.

"What did you do to them?!" Flash said.

"You're the one who started this." Neighsay spoke. "Wingtip bribed you to urge them to settle."

"Do you have proof?!" Flash angrily yelled.

"What if we do?" Tempest said. "Don't you know where I used to work?"

"Wingtip...?" Flash said.

"A junior of mine at Wingtip..." Tempest said, stroking his shoulder. "...is in charge of buying off small crooked law firms like yours."

--In flashback--

Turns out she had a drink with the junior lawyer last night. A lot of drinks and food were in the table.

"Hey, listen." Tempest said in a "tired" voice.

"Yes?"

"I'm about to go broke." Tempest said.

"What?"

"I lost all of my money on stock investment." Tempest said. "Damn it! So I decided to throw in the white towel and took an interview for a job opening at a law firm. Was it Dharma and Blue Vault?"

"Dharma and Blue Vault?" he said, as Tempest nodded. "They work for us. Besides, that guy, Mr. Magnus, is just a bottom feeder." he said as Tempest looked at him with babydoll eyes. Tempest then turned to something beside the table. It was her phone, and it was recording their talk. The recording was then sent to the Attorney Magnus's former client.

The clients, and Neighsay listened to the recording in Tempest's phone. The clients were even more shocked throughout the recording.

"Does he only care about money?"

"Don't even get me started. He whines for more money even when we give him enough. He's so annoying."

While Neighsay was listening, he turned to Tempest, who had a smirk in her face once again.

"Unbelievable." one of the members said.

"Seriously?"

--Present--

"They never gave me money! They're lying!" Flash said. He tried to get through between the duo, Tempest and Neighsay blocked his way by moving a step to their opposite direction.

"Did you think we wouldn't be able to track the money since it was cash?" Tempest said.

"When creatures hide money, they keep it close to them. At home or their frequent spot, because...they need easy access." Neighsay said.

--In flashback--

While Tempest was recording the conversation in one of the Wingtip junior lawyers, Neighsay actually break in to Flash Magnus's office. He was dressed in an expensive black coat with gold details, somehow like a detective. He went behind the chair and turned on the flashlight, pointing to the painting. It was recalled that he found something suspicious about the canvas. He then put the flashlight between his teeth as he put his hands on the side of the painting.

"You shouldn't have left a trace if you hid it in the office. Or you could have cleaned better."

As he pulled the canvas, he found a safe.

"If you leave prints..."

He then pointed the flashlight on the keypad. As he followed Flash's fingerprints, it finally unlocked.

"Just like that?" Neighsay said. As he twisted the knob, what did he find? It was a stockpile full of thin, solid, gold. Neighsay took one from the safe, looking at its label.

--Present--

"Of course, we told the families what you were up to." Tempest said with a mischievous smirk.

"My money..." Flash said.

"Oh, right." Neighsay said as he snapped his finger and glanced at Tempest. "What did we do with the money?"

"What did we do?" Tempest responded. Flash's eyes widened. He then pushed them aside, causing them to bump against the wall. Flash quickly rushed to his office.

"Please-!" Flash nervously squeaked. As he arrived, he hurriedly opened to painting, and quickly typed in his keypad, but what he saw left him shook. No trace of gold and cash was in the safe.

Flash started sobbing, touching the inside surface of the safe, and suddenly, he felt a piece of paper. He quickly grabbed it and its header was labeled: "DONATION RECEIPT". It was also labeled it was a certificate of donation, and was donated by Flash Magnus, though it has been done as Neighsay and Tempest's plan. In the receipt, it was stated that 613,000,000 bits were donated in total. Flash yelled in agony before he fell from Neighsay's punch.

Tempest and Neighsay's next stop was Tempest's former law firm, Wingtip."

"Hi! Why don't you say hi?" Tempest said. As she entered a room of lawyers, she finally exclaimed.

"Hi, hi~!!!" Tempest vocalized as she walked in with Neighsay.

"Tempest!" Flam said.

"Yes?"

"What brings you here?" Flam said.

"You'll find out soon enough!" Tempest said. Seeing Tempest very joyful, Neighsay kept on smiling though he felt like he wanted to laugh, just even a bit.

"Hello." he spoked to Flam. Neighsay and Tempest both went on the office, leaving Flam confused.

Tempest and Neighsay sat on seperate couches, and Caramrl and Harshwhinny were doing the same. Tempest placed a beige envelope on the table. Caramrl then grabbed and opened it.

"The attorney representing the victims' families resigned from the case. With the consent from the victims' families, Lawist Law Firm to take on this case." Tempest said.

Harshwhinny scoffed as she streched her arms really wide.

"You brat. Tempest. You can't throw a grenade on my lap like this." Caramel said. He turned to Neighsay, who was "playing" and fiddling with the justice scale that was placed in a table between him and Tempest. "Leave that alone. It's expensive."

"We need to make a bang on order for creatures to notice us." Neighsay said. As Harshwhinny heard the voice, she went through a recap of her having the call with Neighsay.

"There's only one way creatures were born, but there are countless ways to die."

"I take it that you tonsils are fine now." Harshwhinny said.

"Right. Thanks to you." Neighsay said as he took a sip of tea from a mug.

"I get that you don't know how it's done in Canterlot, but you can't be this reckless. You'll be in big trouble." Caramel said.

Neighsay just showed an innocent smile. "You can't be this reckless just because you don't know me. You'll be in big trouble."

"You have some guts." Caramel laughed.

"I'll ask out of courtesy. Do you have any terms for settlement or advice for us?" Harshwhinny said.

"If Babel Chemicals admits their wrongdoings, apologize sincerely, and sufficiently compensates the victims, we'll drop the lawsuit." Tempest said.

"And cease the manufacture of BLSD and correst the lies they spread." Neighsay added as he drank his tea.

"Goodness. Forget it!" Harshwhinny said.

"You're practically asking me to shut down my law firm." Caramel said.

"I am very sorry...to hear that you think that way." Tempest said.

"It's up to you whether to accept or not. But...you should remember that freedom comes with a price." Neighsay said. "Let's go, Ms. Tempest."

"Sure." Tempest said.

"I won't see you off." Caramel said.

"Please don't!" Tempest squeaked. Neighsay opened the door for Tempest as she went through, and he followed her.

"So that stallion, Neighsay, stabbed Chairman Flim's pillow with syringes, killed your crystal balls, threatened you on the phone, and burnt down the Babel Pharmaceuticals warehouse!?"

"Why bring up my crystal balls? You're breaking my heart.", Harshwhinny said.

"Oh. But now that I've met him, it all seems to make sense. By the way, I kind of want him."

"From this point on, I'll take all the cases related to the Babel Group. Leave them all to me." Harshwhinny said.

"Exactly!" Caramel exclaimed, slamming his hands together. "Harshwhinny, that's what I wanted all along! Goodness!"

"Tell everyone in Bales." Harshwhinny said, taking off her shoes and lying down on the couch. "I'm done warming up. And I'm about to get in the ring."

"Okay. I'll post a photo." Caramel said, grabbing his phone. "Hashtag, here we come."

Tempest and Neighsay went back to the room full of lawyers.

"Why the long faces? What's the problem!?" Tempest shouted at them.

"Mr. Cassano!" Flam rushed. "You have to stop her. Babel is dangerous!"

"I'm sorry, but I don't plan to do that." Neighsay said, pressing a button for the elevator.

"You both know that. You saw what happened!"

"That's why we're doing this. We can win." Tempest said.

"Tempest. Please!"

"Let's go, Ms. Tempest." Neighsay said, as the duo walked in to the elevator. "Oh, right. Good luck with the elks."

"Good luck! Bye, Flam!" Tempest said, blowing a kiss and waving at him, while Neighsay is having that cute smile in his face, as the elevator door closes. After they were gone, Falm started to feel the same feeling ever since he found out they were working together. Anger and jealousy.

"Tempest. I can't keep going easy on you."

Time passed, when it was nighttime, Tempest watched from the plaza's rooftop, seeing busy lights and vehicles. Neighsay came towards her and went beside her.

"I didn't expect Ms. Harshwhinny to get involved herself." Tempest said. "It all worked out. I had to take her down eventually."

"Do you think you can win?" Neighsay said.

"She's just a rookie who just joined the firm, but it won't be easy." Tempest said.

"It's more than that. There's a 90-percent chance you'll lose." Neighsay blurted. Tempest turned to him.

"No! The chance is always 50-50." Tempest said. Neighsay turned to her took a few steps near her.

"Before you fight, you must consider three things first. Their skill, their greed,...and their cunning." Neighsay said.

"I'm not a pushover either." Tempest said. "I am skilled and I'm also greedy."

"Your skill and your greed don't allow you to harm others. Don't work yourself up. Winning the first hearing isn't our goal." Neighsay said.

"But that'll make the second hearing more difficult." Tempest said.

"If we can't win, we have to make sure no one can win or lose. You have to follow my advice this time. " Neighsay said.

"I've been a lawyer for eight years. I don't need any advice." Tempest said.

"I'm not trying to downplay your experience. I'm going to give you advice on how to become a real villain." Neighsay said. It took seconds for Tempest to think, she crossed her arms and turned to Neighsay.

"Fine." Tempest said. "I'll take your advice just this once. But...when it's my turn to give you advice, you have to do as I say."

Neighsay nodded. "Sure."

"Right. I remembered about Mr. Magnus." Tempest chuckled. "I hope he's doing well."

"Of course." Neighsay said. He checked his watch. "He should be up by now."

At the shore, a green, some sort of body bag, kept moving and grunting like a worm. The pony tried to break the zipper, and it finally broke free. Just like a chrysalis, the pony came out, and it was Flash himself. He kept gasping for breath. All he had was his strapless undershirt, and shorts.

"Where am I!? What!?" Flash said. "Where am I!? What's this!?"

He then found a flashlught nearby. Good thing the batteries still work. He turned on to see nearby equipment beside him. He found some green onion and carrot seed packs.

"Carrot seeds and perilla seeds!? Damn it! What's this!?"

That's not all the things he have found. There was a camping stove, a makeshift fishing pole with a gummy worm for bait, and a paper boat adorned with Canterlite and Trottinghamian flags.

"Gosh. It must be a dream!" Flash said. ""Only for Mr. Magnus"? What is this?". Knowing about the previous situation, he just realized. Neighsay might have some sedative, and the moment he punched him, the sedative was present. Another hint would be the flags in the paper boat.

"What the hell!? It's not a dream! What's going on!?" Flash exclaimed. He then looks at his surroundings. "Where am I!? It's cold!" he then pointed the flashlight at a familiar building. "That's my apartment! Honey! Honey! Honey!"

His wife was in a call with someone while Flash kept shouting louder.

"Honey!"

"Yes." his wife said. "The name's Flash Magnus."

"Honey!"

"He's a lawyer. He hasn't come home in two days. Yes. What do I do...?"

"I'm right here!" Flash shouted. "Honey!"

At the Lawist Law Firm office, Neighsay quickly grabbed a whiteboard marker and took down some notes at the board. He even pasted bond paper and sticky notes in addition.

"Once in a while, professional gamblers Mafia-run gambling joints." Neighsay said.

"Like Chow Yun-fat in God of Gamblers!" Grubber said.

"Don't get worked up. Quiet." Tempest said, as Grubber nodded.

"Right before he was about to win an astronomical sum, do you know what they did?" Neighsay said.

"They take him outside, break both of his hands, and tell him to never come back." Grubber said.

"The Mafia these days don't intimidate creatures as the times are hard." Neighsay said.

"Gosh."

"I see."

"Then they would try to void the game one way or another." Tempest added.

"Bingo. They nullify the game without raising any suspicions to make him leave." Neighsay said as he sat down.

"I know what this is." Grubber said. "When we play cards with our family on holidays, the dads who lose would turn over the table to void the game."

"So you want to invalidate the trial." Tempest said. Neighsay responded with a nod. "We can't postpone the trial or drop the case at the moment."

"That's not what I had in mind." Neighsay said, tapping the table. "We'll do it during the trial."

"What!?" Tempest scoffed. "Ruining a game of cards is easy because the Mafia owns the gambling joint, but we have no power or the means to do that." Tempest said. Uh, hello, your partner is a mafiosi!

"We can make that happen..." Neighsay said as his face got close to Tempest. "...in our own way." he continued as he patted Tempest's shoulder and went back on the whiteboard.

"Wow. I can't wait." Grubber said. "I'm getting an adrenaline rush! Goodness! What do I do!?"

That night, lawyers were piling up some files in the table of Harshwhinny's office.

"This is driving me nuts. Where is it?"

Harshwhinny was in her table, taking down notes in some documents and in her laptop, while eating her dinner. Looks like she is prepares for the trial.

The sun rises beautifully, probably shining at Counter Plaza. Both Tempest and Neighsay were in the office. Tempest was in a table with documents while Neighsay's in a phone call with Blueblood.

"Yes. Please do that, Mr. Blueblood. Okay. Bye." Neighsay said as the call ended. He then sat on the chair and turned to Tempest.

"We're about ready." Neighsay said. Tempest just smiled at him and went back to reading the documents.

"Once the lawsuit is over, what's your next plan?" Tempest said.

"This is the last one." Neighsay said. "I'll leave after taking care of the plaza."

"Without watching Babel Group crumble down?" Tempest said. Tempest and Neighsay kept looking at each other, until Neighsay answered.

"I think this will be enough...to pacify my anger." Neighsay said.

"I was wondering if you were planning to stay in Canterlot." Tempest said. Neighsay of course can't stay in Canterlot because of his Mafia business.

"I don't have much attachment to this place." Neighsay said. "I want to leave soon."

Tempest kept starring at him, then snapped. "Sure. You should leave. You have your own life to live.". They then continued drinking their bottles. Mr. Shy then entered the room, and knocked on the wall, making Grubber wake up in surprise.

"Mr. Shy. What brings you here this early?" Tempest said.

"Give me your clothes you're wearing to the trial." Mr. Shy said.

"Our clothes?"

"Yes."

Mr. Shy started ironing Neighsay's pants. Though he seemed to get the ironing wrong, he kept trying until it was straight. It would be worse if his pants shrunked like his coat jacket.

Tempest and Neighsay were having a chat as they walked in the plaza's hallway.

"I'll do that."

Suddenly Joe came out of nowhere and blocked the duo's direction. "This way.". Neighsay proceeded to the opposite direction, but Joe just convinced him. "Just this once. Come this way.".

As Tempest and Neighsay went in, Tempest gasped as she found a lot of food in the table. Neighsay found something odd about the food. Though it was and Italian restaurant, all of the meals at the table were not from Italy. Stygian then brought a plate of rolled eggs.

"Well, since you don't like my food, I prepared this for you instead." Joe said. "My mother cooked everything herself. I'm sure it tastes great. I promise."

Neighsay then turned to Tempest, who nodded. Neighsay then levitated a rolled egg. As he took a bite, he glanced at Joe.

"My mom's touch." Joe spoke. As Neighsay put it in his mouth in whole, he felt something different. It was something that he never tried coming from the resto. He then gave Joe a thumbs up.

"Oh, Napoli!" Joe said, holding Stygian's hands.

"You did it.". Suddenly, Joe pushed Stygian away. "I'm sorry."

The monks kept chanting and singing in their temple.

As Tempest and Neighsay arrived, they tried on their clothing. Neighsay glanced at himself at the mirror. The duo gave Mr. Shy a thumbs up and he returned with the same gesture. Mr. Shy then got a teapot and drank it from the spout as Tempest and Neighsay clapped.

Tempest and Neighsay then went to the exit of Counter Plaza. They were carrying brown bags or suitcases in their hands as they walked out. Neighsay was wearing a dark blue suit, and he has a necktie in which has the color combination of red velvet and purple, and black shoes, of course. Tempest was wearing a lavender or pink suit with lose pant sleeve, white heels, and gold ear piercings. Wingtip is in for a big shock.

As they were going to get in Tempest's car, Tempest opened her purse, and realized something.

"My car keys. I left them at home!" Tempest said. "I always do this on an important day!"

"Let's take my car." Neighsay said. Tempest then turned to in shock.

"You have a car?" Tempest exclaimed.

"Yes. It's parked on the way to the courthouse." Neighsay said. Neighsay turned around and left and Tempest rushed to him.

"That's a hassle. Let's call a cab." Tempest said.

"You need a sleek when you're headed to the battlefield." Neighsay said. Before Tempest tapped for a cab, she immediately rushed to Neighsay and went beside him.

Outside of the courthous, there were many reporters holding microphones and cameras. A black car arrived, and the resporters gathered around it.

"They're here!"

Some guards then blocked the car so the passengers can have enough space.

"Hold on. Stop pushing!"

"Stop pushing!"

Who came out of the car, you say? At the front seat, the car door opened and out came Flam.

"Why are you pushing me!?"

"Gosh!"

"Sir!"

"Excuse me."

Flam opened the passengers' seat, and out came Caramel and Harshwhinny.

"How will you compensate them?"

"What about the toxic substance?"

"Please, move out of the way."

Some reporters were following Caramel up.

"Sir!"

"Just a comment, sir!"

"I'm not leading the trial."

"The plaintiffs said they will demand maximum compensation."

"She's leading it. Talk to her."

"They're claiming it's due to a toxic chemical called BLSD."

"Is this true?"

"There are 40 victims in total. Nine creatures have died from it. Is this true?"

"My dear reporters, you cannot ask me such questions based on some online tabloids. Please ask me some questions based on facts." Harshwhinny said.

"Are you saying the plaintiffs' claims are false?"

"Just because they're weak, you believe them without question. Why don't you check the facts?"

"So you're saying the plaintiffs are lying."

"Not all weak creatures are just." Harshwhinny said. The reporters who were following Caramel then went to Harshwhinny. "The plaintiffs are using their position as the weak to paint all the rich creatures evil. Therefore, I urge you not to believe them when the plaintiffs claim they are weak and that we are the ones lying. The same goes for the opportunistic lawyers representing the plaintiff."

"The claims are groundless?"

"So they're only putting on an act."

"Hey, the plaitiff lawyers are here!" a reporter shouted.

"What!? Where!?"

"Where!?"

"Move it!"

"Excuse me."

"What are they?"

It was a cheap car. Would Neighsay ride that? The reporters gathered around the car.

"A comment, please!"

"Excuse me."

"The windows are tinted."

"Hey!"

"I can't see anything."

"Say something!"

When the car door opened, a mare came out of the car, looking furious at the reporters. She wouldn't be Tempest.

"What!?" The mare said. "Why are you blocking the road!? You're pissing me off! I'm so pissed of as it is because I lost the lawsuit! Get away from my car!" she said. When no one asnwered, she shouted once more. "Step back! Now! You assholes! Step back!"

"What was that?"

"Why curse at us?"

The mare beeped her car to get everyone's attention.

"Stop honking. Just go!"

"It wasn't them!"

"Come on!"

"What was that?"

"Goodness."

Suddenly, Flam spotted something. It was a car, but it looked very expensive, and almost looked like a Lamborghini. It caught everyone's attention as they starred at it. The guards blocked everyone's way, but it was easy for them because of the car. The car doors at the front rose up instead to the side.

And who came out? It was Tempest and Neighsay. They were still wearing their suits, but they were wearing sunshades. Neighsay came out from the driver's seat, looking at the reporters, and Tempest came out from the front seat, stroking her mohawk. One Wingtip lawyer looked at them in shock. Neighsay dropped his car keys to a guard's hand, leaving the guard shook.

"Who are you?"

"I'm representing the plaintiffs, Tempest Shadow of Lawist Law Firm!" Tempest said, as she make hot poses in front of the reporters, and Neighsay opens the front trunk of his car.

"Don't push me!"

"Step back!"

"Move aside!"

"Stop pushing!"

"Come on, stop pushing me!" a wild stallion said.

"What if you scratch it!? Your annual salart can't cover that!"

With Tempest busy, Neighsay was just keeping his car clean from the wil reporters with blows and not so dirty smudges.

"Excuse me, Babel Chemicals said that your claims were all false." a reporter said. Tempest then blew a kiss, and Flam can't help but smile and just blush. Neighsay then got an envelope and gave it a blow. That envelope then was given to Tempest. They both went to the stairs, nearly to the entrance, and almost all of the reporters followed them.

"Hold on a second. Come on, stop pushing me!" a wild stallion said.

"Are you also a lawyer?" a reporter said.

"I'm an advisor of Lawist Law Firm!" Neighsay said.

"What!? Hey, it's dangerous on the steps!"

"What's going on?"

The Wingtip representatives and lawyers went up to see the commotion.

"The public wants answers!"

"Care to comment?"

"Say something for them."

"Don't push me!"

"What do you think about the case?"

Neighsay and Tempest nodded at each other then turned to the reporters, who immediately stopped. Neighsay removed his sunglasses, and looked down at the reporters.

"Only evil can punish...evil." Neighsay said in Italian.

"What? Is it English or French?"

"What?"

"What did he say? "Diavolo"?"

""Diablo"?"

"He's talking about the game, right?"

"A game?"

"Is a game company involved in this case?"

"A comment, please!"

Suddenly, they heard a whistle blown from a distance. They were holding sign posts with threats against the pharmaceutical.

"The heinous Babel Chemicals must repent!"

"Repent!"

"Repent!"

They were the Counter Plaza tenants and members. One of them were holding the sign "OUT WITH BABEL CHEMICALS". Soarin was making stunts and the monks were just banging on their instruments. Then, they brought at a sash that says "BABEL CHEMICALS MUST BE HELD RESPONSIBLE. THE TRUTH WILL BE REVEALED".

"I can't live my life coughing up blood!" a tenant shouted.

"What's that now?" Caramel said.

"Babel Chemucals must repent!" one tenant shouted. "This performance shows the painful struggle of the victims, everyone!". Some reporters then come down to the tenants. Grubber was even wearing a headdress saying "BRING DESTRUCTION TO BABEL CHEMICALS".

"We should take a video of this." Cheese said. Soarin was the one imitating the victims with his flexible limbs and wings.

"Put more soul in it."

"Hold it up! Come on!"

"You, too."

"You should repent! You're killing us!" Mr. Shy said. From a distance, Neighsay then raised his arm, and gave a thimbs up. Tempest copied the same gesture.

"What are those assholes doing!?" Harshwhinny said.

"Let's go." Caramel said.

"Unbelievable." Harshwhinny said.

Neighsay then patted Tempest's waist, then their thumbs lowered. Neighsay put back on his glasses, and he and Tempest both looked at their opponents. Harshwhinny tapped a finger on the side of her head, looking at Tempest.

In return, Tempest slightly took of her shades, looking at her with her atlantic eyes. Tempest sticked out the tip of her tongue and winked at her. Tempest smiled as she put them back on. She then slowly walled up, many steps before her to the entrance. Neighsay gave them the innocent smile, in which they learned that it was not inncoent.

Neighsay then went beside Tempest, going to the entrance with smirks.

Lawist would win because they need not one, but two hot and tenacious lawyers in well-tailored suits. Neighsay and Tempest are the clear winners.

NEIGHSAY

Author's Note

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