So a couple a days later Ian me coppa mate gets a call from the Sydney
police sayin that the little poof wants to press charges. Ian told
them to piss off cos he has already heard the story and they are lucky
that Merv isn't pressing charges for sexual assault. A few months
later Merv gets a letter from some laywer scum and it turns out that
the guy wasn't a poof at all. He wasn't even drunk. Crikey, he was a
half-retard cripple tourist whose wheelchair fell off the back of the
Tourist bus somewhere between bloody Woop-Woop and Timbucktu.
So Merv done the right thing and settled out of court, but he had to
sell his ute, bobcat and strewth, he even had to sell Jessie his
purebreed cattledog. That bitch could round up cattle with the best
of em and won Best Dog at last years show. Merv knows he wronged this
poor cripple, but he just wishes he would have kept the bloody lawyers
out of it. I reckon that cripple is riding around in the Rolls-Royces
of wheelchairs now. So in a way I guess it worked out for him.
I'll be off then cobbers, gotta get back to buildin me new fence.
Only another 1124km to go.
I think there might be a couple of lawyers in the .rpg newsgroup :)