At school there was a bully who used to give me grief all the time, he once stole my pencil and wouldn’t give it back.
Not only did he steal my pencil he then told the teacher that I was trying to steal his pencil…and that I was being a bully. The pencil was his, always had been his and he could give chapter and verse as to why the law would be on his side in any proceedings.
He then went around telling everybody how clever he was.
I eventually punched him in the face and took out one of his front teeth.
Funny though I always wondered what career path he would follow…
Recent dealings with the legal profession would suggest he would have become a solicitor.