“As you can see dozens of people came to protest Hasbio Allison” The news reporter drones on, the camera zooms into a crowd of 15 people 3 of them holding signs; one of which says “remember Cleveland”.
“For those of you unfamiliar with the Duvergier vs Hasbio case it is a legal dispute made after Henry Duvergier nephew of Louis Duvergier patented many techniques pioneered by the famed geneticists which Louis developed under contact with Hasbio. The question was did Henry have a right to publish those patents as inheritor of all of Louis intellectual properties or were they Hasbio’s intellectual property to begin. Although Louis did create these techniques and industry secrets for Hasbio but were not patented until Henri made the patents a day after his uncle died.” She narrates the exposition annoyingly to the viewer.
“Im sorry to cut you off but it seems that a verdict been reached. Henry Duvergier has won. Hasbio has been ordered to pay 160 million in financial compensation for illegal usage of Henry patents.” The presenter on TV announces to the public. Henri should have lost this case however with the fall of Cleveland happening mere months ago it has turned most of America including her judicial system against Hasbio.
Just then Henri comes threw the court doors, clad is his famous outfit. A four piece suit with a large bison overcoat, stetson hat, and gentlemen cane. He looks around his face holds a small smile unusual for a him as he could not contain his happiness. After everything he experienced in the land of opportunity he had now taken his pound of flesh from corporate America.
“There he is! The man of the hour” The reporter exclaims running up towards the court room staircase. “Sir Sir SIR! Can we have a few words!” She yells to Henri who stands at the top of the staircase. With nothing better to do but gloat Henri grins more as he walks down the steps slowly. Despite his posturing and provocative attire he found walking down stairs in tight leather shoes with inserts to be very challenging.
“Sir how does it feel to have won this case after 3 years of trial” She asks pushing the microphone into Henri face as he institutionally recoils slightly.
“Uhhhh pretty fu***** good” Henri responds joyfully his grin and body language very telling for anyone who’s spoken to a human being before.
“Language please Mister Henry” The reporter reminds Henri of the camera before putting the microphone back in his face which causes him to flinch again.
“So sorry miss” he responds sincerely to the women his cheeks blushing in slight embarrassment as he tries to push past his mistake.
“So tell me Mister Henry do you have any plans with the money” The reporter asks Henri still holding the microphone unexpectedly.
“Well I think the first thing I should consider is-” Henri stops being interrupted by a shrill unmistakable voice.
“DUMMEH HOOMIN GIB SMAWTY NUMMIES OW SMAWTY GIB FOWEVAH SWEEPIES!” A smarty waddling from a near by alley way and approches the two. The shrieks is an all to familiar phrase which all those who lived in a warm city were accustomed too. Henri and the reporter were used to such a phrase and unconsciously ignored the fluffy deciding to continue their conversation.
“-So ehh like I said im going to look into some investing into Hasbio stock since I figure with corporate-” Henri continues on
“DUMMEH HOOMIN TAKE SOWWY POOPIES” The fluffy unloads his bowels onto Henri shoes, pants, and the tail of his overcoat.
“Excuse me for one second” Henri says the reporter who looks at him with a questioning eyebrows unsure of what he will do.
Henri quickly punts the smarty watching hit him fly in the air spewing shit from his rear end like a bottle rocket before rolling on the ground which miraculously broke his fall.
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO?” The reporter breaks character and yells at Henri “THATS ANIMAL ABUSE YOU SICKO” She accuses Henri of torturing the animal which shit on him. The camera man ever the professional remains quiet although his eyes panics, he knew something would happen this day and he didnt want to get fired.
“Oh animal abuse? You think this is animal abuse? Lets see just how much of a animal this fluffy truly is” Henri walks over to the dazed fluffy on the ground.
“GIB SMAWTY NUMMIES WIGHT NAO!” The smarty attempts to argue with Henri.
“See? not a normal animal reaction to when they are faced with a larger stronger animal” Henri explains further the the reporter attempting to use facts and logic to argue with the reporter.
“He doesn’t know any better. He’s just hungry he probably hasnt eaten for days” The reporter defends the smarty running quickly to Henri to argue with him more and she institutionally motioned for the Camera man to follow her. The camera man only reluctantly follows, evident by the camera shaking “no” for an answer.
“DUMMEH HOOMIN” The smarty says standing up “GIB SOWWY-HOOFIES” The smarty starts to stomp on Henri shoes aggressively attempting to damage the man.
"See? This doesnt act like an animal. Its a pest no different then any diseases carrying rat. Or do you just forget what these little angels can do to cities like Cleveland? He grins this time more manically while the fluffy shits on his shoes again. The reporter looks at him with horror, half because he casually injured the fluffy with such remorseless cruelty, the other part how Henri doesnt seem to care about getting shit on him and allowing it to drip off his clothing without a sign of disgust in his face.
“DUMMEH HOOMINS GIB NUMMIES WIGHT NAO OW SMAWTY GIB BIGGIEST HUWTIES EVAH!” The smarty attempts to charge at the reporter before Henri stomps on his hind leg
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH The reporter shrieks
“the thanks I get protecting your shoes.” Henri quips mostly to himself but also to the camera. The camera man just stands there not knowing what to do. The news crew back in NBC 5 Chicago decided to keep the tape rolling, slow news day and retention rate was high watching Henri and the reporter spat about fluffies.
“You monster!” She shrieks
“Im the monster?” He pushes hard on the ground crushing the smarties back leg between the pavement and his shoe. “Tell me was it not you animal lovers who killed my Uncle? The one person who would have been able to stop the infestation caused by Peta?” Henri spits instinctual for him after muttering PETA. He didnt notice or would have cared that he spat a loogie on top of the Smarty’s head who kept squealing under the pressure of his oppressive foot. The women stays silent horrified at Henri brutality.
Henri lifts his foot before bringing back under on top of the smarty hips flattening his lower end. "Oh but what are you going to do about it? Will you adopt this fluffy? Do you even know what a smarty is? You know they are a kill on sight at shelters right? Of course not. You dont give a fuck about the bigger picture because you are only concerned by the optics of it all. Im the monster for hurting this precious creature and yet you willing consume pork products which as a Rancher I can tell you a lot more industrial cruelty goes on back home then me simply crushing this vermin under my heel. He lifts his foot again to stomp on the head of the smarty
“WAIT STOP!” She shrieks finally getting a hold of herself.
“Oh okay heh heh hehehehe. he’s your problem now.” Henri would walk to the sounds of cheering protesters, Henri had done what everyone who lost someone or something important to fluffies wanted to do against those that supported them. The camera man followed Henri movement for a second before peering down to the bloody half crushed fluffy who meekly muttered incomprehensible words to himself as most fluffies do right before the camera feed cut to a bunch confused of journalists sitting on their shared desk.
The reporter and the crowd disperse for the same reason. There wasn’t anything else to tell or protest at the courtroom anymore. The Smarty would stay there on the ground. The reporter too squeamish to touch a shit and blood covered mangled body, and the protesters who only cared to shout verbal abuse to the severely injured fluffy before quickly losing interest.
The smarty lay their chirping and squealing to himself trying to get the attention of the few pedestrians who walked by. Only one person would give the smarty a half eaten candy bar as pity thinking the fluffy survived being runover from a car. Despite the horrific internal injuries none of them were immediately fatal. The smarty would die a few hours later of septic shock, one of hundreds which died that day in Chicago.
Henri would aimlessly wandered the city until finding somewhere he could buy some weed. His unique attire drawing the eyes of everyone who noticed him and his shit covered socks. Henri would find out 2 days later that he became a international sensation with his news segment becoming a rallying cry against PETA and other animal rights groups. With his new popularity Henri would muscle his way into Hasbio and revive the company from the brink of collapse after buying Hasbro commanding shares.