“It was just good business,” I yelled, “I had to protect my interests!”
They would have none of it; my cries fell on the mob’s deaf ears.
Ignoring them, I continued, “You don’t understand, if I let one get away with it, they’ll all be doing it and I’d be out of business.”
I strained at the ropes binding me to the post as the pyre roared to life. It wasn’t my fault that someone broke the law and violated my patent; only to return the asteroid to its original path when served with a lawsuit.
“It wasn’t my fault!”