Spring-heeled Jack {Ethics in Views}

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated legalese portrait of 'fine' tunes for American culture/capitalism for negotiation's labors-of-divinity.

A tale about legal jargon featuring Spring-heeled Jack (19th-Century English lore). Thanks so much for reading,

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Let me tell you of a very-special legal consultancy/advocacy case rendering me a special angel for my troubles-rich client, an Asian immigrant who got mired in a horrid casino-baron debt-case of incomplete-lines readings for the Ego. I agreed to take the man's case in Nevada and knew that he'd become something of a distraught-soul for legal worry and needed a somewhat 'Shakespearean-escape' plan for Selfie-commentary culture likes (for distances!).

CLIENT (Yang): The Nevada-baron thinks I should be executed/punished!
ME (Lawyer): You sought to pay your debt with winnings from his casino.
CLIENT: He refused the payment since I won it out of his empire-coffer, friend!
ME: This distresses you, since you've no other means to pay this horrid-debt.
CLIENT: What in the hell-namesake should I do...as a recent immigrant greenback?
ME: We'll present your case in a Philly-courthouse.
CLIENT: We'll raise the interests of the Devil himself, friend.
ME: Let's hope not (ha).
CLIENT: Thanx for the bureau-lines for confidence art, friend.
ME: Thanks to you (too), Yang...resume filings for cinema-culture (ha).

This sounded to me like a somewhat manageable ordinary-world case, but it sure was not, for Yang was involved in major media Selfie-presentations for journals/ads and the Nevada-baron didn't want his image/name mixed with a cyber-ad(s) man who won big in his own backyard (casino!). Well, I took the case to Philadelphia, for Yang, and I was explained since the money was won legally, it was technically definitions-permissible as asset for transfer (legally!). However, the stranger case was something deepened when it drew-out the attention of Spring-heeled Jack, that 19th-Century London street-imp creature of adversarial 'quality' whom I didn't think was (actually) real but had a certain language-arts message for Yang...and capitalism (too).

SPRING-HEELED JACK ('Jack'): Celebrity/ads culture shooed-away the Nevada-baron.

ME/YANG: He simply didn't want hand-axes for street-chats about wins from his casino!
JACK: Strange contradiction, for ethics in views, eh?
ME: Capitalism is a cauldron-lab for inventions in exchanges-negotiations.
JACK: Perchance this baron would've accepted the pay outright with a media-frill?
ME: That's certainly plausible, Jack; for American capitalism/exchange concerns bread!
JACK: Bread for Heaven...and Hell.
ME: Surely; true, and we'd wager your challenge-message concerns negotiation's labor(s).
JACK: It sure does...capitalism is a risk/reward system for profit...networks require focus.
ME: Lose focus and all-hell breaks loose, Jack (eh?).
JACK: That's correct-o; perchance we've reached the Accord-Jersey for casino-media (chess!).
ME: Surely a right-thought, Jack; seems Yang's free-to-decide for his language(s) in class.
JACK: Fine.
ME: Farewell (Facebook-secrets).
JACK: Good.

Wow, the case was a trumpet, though Yang and I were somewhat unnerved by the provocative challenge(s) of this 19th-Century English imp (somehow) reborn for some 'sportsmanship' dare for legalese/capitalism culture lines of heaven-and-hell (wow). I'd think back on it with great delight when I felt truly grateful for my interest/exposure to the great American law-degree dodecahedrons (Carey/Penn).