"No Country for Old Men", one of my favorites, was written by the Coen Brothers, neither of whom would have lasted five minutes against any of their three protagonists.
George Washington didn't write a screenplay. Hannibal didn't write The Iliad. Boys who can't, use a sword use a pen. And put a sword into the hands of an imaginary version of themselves that just... well wouldn't make it. Cause they who create them wouldn't make it.
Thus why I hate paperwork. It's a weapon of the weak. So is a man who calls the police on another man. What a fuckin' wuss. "Help me!"
Male lawyers, are the footsoldiers of suck. The only power they have is the judge, telling the cops, as close to a warrior as can be faked, to do what their paper says.
Otherwise a lawyer is just weakling with a notepad.
Like I used to be.
Now I eat those cocksuckers for breakfast. I can kill a man with my glare I figure. I know I can kill one with my roar I did that about ten years ago. Over the phone. He died some months later. It was me.
"And a note that she wrote didn't say "dear Alex", it said goodbye sucker you're gone."
(ending not endorsed by me. It's just a fun little tune. It can be the opposite. Go ahead and kill me if you don't want me, to save me the anguish)