QUOTE : Kira looks at the document, sees the name of the firm representing the other party. And starts to laugh. Her colleague applied for a job there once, and didn’t get it.<br /><br /> “Okay, but the fact that you want to win this particular case . . . that wouldn’t be because you just happen to hate this particular firm . . . ?” Kira mutters.<br /><br /> Her colleague grabs her over the desk, her eyes flashing:<br /><br /> “No, I don’t just want to win, Kira. I want to crush them! I want to give them an existential crisis. I want them to walk out of the negotiation room and think that they might like to move to the coast and renovate an old school and open a bed-and-breakfast. I want to hurt those bastards so badly that they start meditating and trying to FIND THEMSELVES! They’ll turn vegetarian and be wearing socks with sandals by the time I’m finished with them!”<br /><br /> Kira sighs and laughs.<br /><br /> “Okay, okay, okay . . . give me the rest of the file and let’s take a look . . .”<br /><br /> “Socks with SANDALS, Kira! I want them to start growing their own tomatoes! I want to ruin their self-confidence until they stop being lawyers and try to be HAPPY and shit like that instead! Okay?”<br /><br /> Kira promises. They close the door. They’re going to win. They always do.