”I’m sorry, you what?”

Foggy spins around in his squeaky office chair, listening to you spout some more information about your unfortunate situation.

”So you— you hit someone’s car and then you asked them out. Completely off the record, what’s wrong with you?” You can hear the comically long sigh on the other end of the line.

”He’s suing you for both the accident and harassment— okay. Please get yourself emasculated. That’s my legal advice. I’m not representing you.”