The worse part, I would believe you if you said this scenario was taken from an example in real life.

Those "ly" were thrown in the text with the precision of a catapult.

“We really need our lawyer back.”
“Why? You lost.”
“He’s representing us in another case, next door.”
“What case?”
“We’re suing a restaurant for giving us food poisoning.”
“…did you eat out of their dumpster?”
“How dare they throw out food that’s bad!”
“…how did you lot qualify for college?”

I kept getting the Lolly's Adverbs song stuck in my head reading this tic.

"...which court do we go to for that?"

Depends on the amount. It does cost at least some $ to file even in Small Claims Court. You can file Pro Se (without an attorney).

In the USA you need a license to charge someone a fee for representing them in court. IF their lawyer has a license, they will likely be disbarred. Certainly they will at least be censored & (plausibly) forbidden from practicing law for a time.

If they got conned, that's criminal law & free for the victims.

I have to wonder if the "students" came up with the idea of a class-action suite themselves, or if it was suggested by their "lawyer".

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Your assuming Equestria has a Bar and lawyer oversight. It may well fall into the same category as libel laws (as in, there ain't no such thing).

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Could be worse. In England it used to be that the nobility was at least the lowest level of judges.

"All rise, court is now in session. His Honor Judge "Reversible Error" Blueblood presiding."

You didn't try to stop laughter through shoving a hoof into your own mouth. It was considerably easier to use an ankle. The fit was better, and the fur absorbed most of the spittle.

It's the little life lessons which are the most revealing, I find.

Foreshadowing was treated as fully unnecessary: those who appeared in Steath publications were destined to have sex, and there was no point in taking too much time to reach it.

Is there a pun in the name Lelo Steath that I should recognize? It strikes me as being the sort of joke that I don't understand.

I wondered if this guy would come back. I just reread the previous story with him a short time back.

I have a weakness for the elderly in distress. Even Mr. Steath is more tolerable when my heart goes out to him. (And I can only imagine how many of his wife’s alumni have been flabbergasted to learn what her husband does for a living.)

And given Equestrian naming conventions, I really shouldn’t be surprised that that particular law firm has representation here.

Equal parts fascinating and horrifying, and a good share of the latter wasn’t from Mr. Steath’s dialogue. Thank you for it.

Very amusingly.

I beleive there might be some form of subtling indirection of resemblation of the commentation of this comment.

And then, theres Sir Stanly Unwin.

I wonder if certain guards look on his Mark as th Drum Majors baton, but college students look at is as the Cheerleaders Baton and get confused?

As for how bad things can get?

Ask the Head of Inadvisadbly Appled Magic.

Or Rincewind.

Or Pinkie.

Steath, you're a good, caring stallion and your speech pattern doesn't bother me for some reason.

I wonder if he stocks the full line of Mr. Tingle's butt-pounding work.

Something in this chapter made me to realize... is Impasssi modelled after Judge Caprio?

(He'd been trying to expand into the newly-founded category of audiobooks. The hired readers kept stopping to gag.)

If Cerea knew, she'd melted a hole in castle's floor

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h, what story he's from?

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Lelo is the name of a sex toy company, as for Steath, I have no idea. Maybe 'stealthy' without the L or Y? 🤔

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I first read it as "Sheath".

I keep seeing Steath as a Pony version of Ned Flanders.

Diddily Oodily. Ooogly Googly.

NOTHIN AT ALL!

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Who didn't?

"...so do we get our money back from the attorney?" he helplessly asked. "The one who left?"

"No."

"...which court do we go to for that?"

"Not mine," Impassi ruled. "Case dismissed."

(Possibly my favorite part. Just so wonderfully blunt!)

Such sapients, when initially launching their tentative investigations into the world of artificial sex aids, tended to start with mail order. After all, going into a shop while wearing full clothing added to a features-obscuring hood would raise questions, especially from all of the nervous ponies who were dressed the exact same way -- but simply giving a distant seller their personal home address had to be more private.

oh, brother...

this makes me think of people i hear on the radio, who keep RANDOMLY saying "you know" in the middle of sentences...

oh, and a YouTube video where the guy kept saying "like you know" randomly.

oh, and a weird old "tom and jerry" cartoon where a mad-scientist character adding "n"...
"i'm gon'n test'n the Red Ray."
(it makes a plant get bigger)
"the Blue Ray is gon'n shrink'n plant'n."

later, his castle gets shrunk and wind up in a tree, and he talks to it:
"you'n come'n down'n from that tree'n"

VERY silly.

Of course, there were still some problems. For starters, you had to find the place, and that could be a true challenge. It was located within the Tangle: the oldest portion of the capital, which had been built in a time before zoning laws, regulated street widths, and the fashion for alleyways getting just enough light to tell if anypony was lurking within. There was no true sign over the door. Operating hours were posted, but the list of times failed to include any description of what the operation was . And the owner had tried to advertise, generally by putting posters on the exterior of the shop -- but that just led to self-proclaimed Moral Guardians asking whether children should know that such a store even existed .

this made me think of "The Tumbledowns" in Tales of the Questor by RhJunior.
a section of the capital city that's ENTIRELY BACK ALLEYS.
three big gangs made their homes there.

I want this to be an actual court show. I want to see Impassi pass down more verdicts than judge Judy

This worked. In fact, it worked so well that those who wound up in the emergency room the next morning would have some questions. The list generally started with 'It's been over twelve hours and I just barely managed to stagger here with the street-length cloth draped over my spine: when does it stop working?' There would also be a few concerns on whether the affected area was actually changing color to nonreflective black, or if gangrene had begun to set in.

oh, i just remembered an old story called "Bat and Bug", where Batponies were accidentally created by a potion that was just supposed to give improved Night Vision...