So… I watched Strip Law (2026)
- shelby-liza ndumbi
- Mar 5
- 9 min read
Updated: 2 days ago
Written by Shelby-Liza Ndumbi
Hey, Cupcakes!
I can’t be the only one who thought: “When is Netflix going to wake the hell up and renew Inside Job??” Some rage started fuming from my nostrils like a red-eyed bull on acid having personal beef with a Matador de toros. This is a typing-as-I-watch, chronicle narration of my viewing experience.
Synopsis: Uptight lawyer Lincoln Gumb teams up with local magician/hedonist Sheila Flambé to bring some pizzazz to the stupidest cases Vegas can throw at them.
Episode 1: “Finally, a Show About Lawyers” (Viewed on Feb 22)
The most stimulating thing that happens from the jump is the sound of a woman screeching from God knows where that made me laugh tears. I did find it funny that they treated courtroom cases like they’re underground MMA fights with a girl holding those “Round 1”, “Round 2” cards. Lincoln is trying to help strippers, who are bound by contract to Steve Nichols & Associates Law Firm, from eating car keys at the customers’ request... Sheila assists by delicately telling Lincoln he’s boring ass on a stick while Glem and Irene go debt collecting.
“The whole trial, I felt like I was at a funeral for saltine crackers!” mocked Sheila. One of my favourite lines thus far. I do appreciate the soundtrack, too. But it took me more than a day to finish, not too long, okay, because of how mindless the reasons behind ANYTHING are taking place. I had to get used to Lincoln’s character since he truly is a saltine cracker attempting to masquerade as a Dorito. The first installment to prepare me for what happens next.
Episode 2: “Crypt Law Presents: Fearacle on 30st Day” (Viewed on Feb 24)
Gumb Legal has been given a case where they must prove who’s the real Santa Claus in this Holiday-Halloween splice episode. A man named Kristopher Kross Kringle, who has too many titles that I’m starting to think he has an identity crisis, or Harry Crimmons, sounds like “Merry Christmas” in disheveled clothing. I felt so uncomfortable when Sheila said she can help by finding recorded receipts of Hitler masturbating... The ghetto and the crude.
From Frankenstein’s Monster to Finn from Adventure Time to Edward Scissorhands to Ghostface was the most impressive costume changes coming from the Judge. Harry aka Santa Claus was freaky as I suspected, and Kringle was a greedy corporate asshole. That just shows how there wasn’t that much intrigue. Don’t think I didn’t notice that the first letter of his name spells “KKK”. Case closed.
Episode 3: “The Bad News Bapples” (Viewed on Feb 24)
Lincoln is pissy because the court keeps giving light sentences to drunk drivers like Steve Nichols. He’s meant to coach a misfit group of schoolkids some Basketball, so Linc and Sheila rival that by creating their own team while Irene searches the office for a robot baby doll that Sheila stole called Baby Bertram... that turned weird real quick, mind you. At some point, they ask you: “Where’s Glem?” as if I care because they don’t seem to either. These children are already suffering, and Gumb Legal took them to “Uncle Morty’s Warm Milk & Cream Corn Emporium”. They brought in my worst nightmare, warm milk. Milk in general as a stand-alone.
Tap Walden became my favourite character when he spoke in a sophisticated manner that actually kept me engaged more than anything else. I can appreciate the mayhem the “Homeschooled Monsters” unleashed on the opposition like WWE style wreckage. Ha! That damn feather pen to that poor girl’s eye. Maybe I liked this episode more due to the Basketball-Wrestling.
Episode 4: “Glemtastrophe: Anatomy of Glemsaster” (Viewed on Feb 25)
Now that disposed vodka and other alcoholic poisons have made their way into the water supply in a neighboring town documented as 120 proof; newly un-disbarred lawyer Glem oversaw the case while Sheila and Lincoln brought new initiative to their winning formula to a Judge who doesn’t give a damn and soon retiring with perfect marks... so he says. The kids were especially drunk when we arrived in Wetfinger, NV. Sheila and Linc were doing great whilst Glem was digging his own dick hole. Shockingly expected.
Watching Glem getting the beating he had coming was enticing that I wished I could see something like that to someone else I don’t like. Most of the time I kept thinking that it’s a shame the theme song didn’t play, and I knew they were going to have Linc and Sheila clapping cheeks since they were panting. The last episode was better, and that’s when I needed a break.
Episode 5: “The People vs. Magicians vs. Animals: Dawn of Justice: Whoever Wins...TA-DA” (Viewed on March 1)
Okay, once the theme music started playing, I was somewhat happy again... I wonder if that streak won’t be quickly broken. Anyway, what I found fascinating was the choice of outfit Sheila was wearing to a funeral. The kind of getup female wrestlers were told to slip on for dramatic effect at making the crowd wet themselves. Another long ass title that made me see double. With Glem and Irene at driving school, Lincoln and Sheila attempt to takedown an exotic animal show at Sweet Babylon Casino, Sheila’s old stomping grounds.
Decade long scams and animal abuse with faulty wiring laws. Personally, some people probably deserve to get maimed by a tiger, or an elephant, and this episode provides the spearing from a rhinoceros through a man’s kidney, I suspect. The immersive driving experience was an impressive idea, but it was largely wasted on Glem. Bring those boom-bangs here!
The guy who was supposed to help Sheila and Linc, Gilbert Boarshead, I thought he broke his whiskey bottle, then stabbed himself with it only to realize that he was shot. But low and behold, it was all a scam within a scam to keep the animals alive and pretend that the magicians were killing them, so they could continue to eat... spaghetti? Shrugs*
Episode 6: “Rocco Procecco’s Virtual Reality Workplace Sensitivity Experience” (Viewed on March 1)
Those sentient dates (dark brown fruits) at the beginning of the episode remind me of those nightmarish nuts from The Nuttiest Nutcracker movie Saberspark reviewed on YouTube. I feel cursed. Whether they’re sexualized, or wearing regular clothing. People are no longer feeling horny because the dates have been converted to classic whiteness. Ew, boring. Ha! On more tamed news, the legal office has been upgraded to Gumb & Flambé. Yay. But they’re stuck in a mandatory virtual HR meeting – along with new recruit Kevin -- that roasts Lincoln for taking on dumbass cases, lack of decorum, abruptly sweet or outrageous moments and the wackiest in-office fornication exposed for all to see while chaos ensued outside. Men wanting to sue their own dicks is a constant headscratcher.
“Please! Good perverts of Las Vegas, stop your looting! Please, you freaky little bastards! Stop it!” shouted Mayor George Wallace. Very therapeutic installment that restored the dates to their overly stimulated selves. We almost learned nothing.
Episode 7: “I Was a Teenage Lawbert” (Viewed on March 1)
I’m not sure where the hell did Steve Nichols go for three whole episodes, but hearing Keith David’s voice felt like a soothing gift. A typical pampered white businessman, who’s also a Juror solely created to help Mr. Nichols win, was more concerned that his absence would encourage his son to have sex with his stepmother. What the actual hell?? Kevin holding a gun out of nowhere. And Irene dressed as their new mascot, Lawbert, created a catchphrase that summoned a widespread of creepy fans and a... crossbow hunter? That’s it. I think I got whiplash watching this one.
Episode 8: “We Need to Talk About Heaven” (Viewed on March 4)
I think this one truly scared me... Let’s talk about religion... sort of. The thought that Dilterton Timble, the boy who died at four-years-old and saw Heaven during a routine appendix removal, years later his father is profiting from the momentary heavenly exit his son endured was heartless. Not just that, but he wants Dilterton to die again, so he could “learn more facts about Heaven”. What the f---?! And I was only two minutes in. The mom wanting a divorce and custody of her son made me snicker a little bit. That fell flat, by the way.
I grew up in a God-is-everything household, and the moment you think or do something differently, make a mistake that shouldn’t have anything to do with religion, get blamed mostly, apparently, you’re an evil spawn worshipping the Devil, rather than someone who isn’t brainwashed, doesn’t deserve to be attacked like this and has autonomy. Those Live-Action before the ending credit scenes had me worried for humanity.
Episode 9: “Trophy Son (Or ‘The Mother Wound’)” (Viewed on March 4)
While at the Golden Gavel Awards, Lincoln asked if Sheila was okay after she did the splits. I held my laugh when she said: “Break my pussy?” She has the best lines, honestly. I think the show would have been shot in the head after the first episode if it weren’t for her lines. Cue the music! The commercial for Kyle and Skyle Munt “We Almost Do It All” was far too incest implied. The tagline is meant to disillusion that. It did a horrible job. People were actually upset when they didn’t kiss... This is the Mabel and Dipper Pines ship all over again...
I know the feeling of being in multiple people’s shadows just to make you feel like a piece of crumb, but unlike Lincoln with his mom, I’m not hurt by it, rather annoyed that they would go that far to pretend to sound like well-meaning individuals. It’s literally a soft-spoken roast; I just caught onto it. Anyway, the dancing gavels should have lasted longer. Gumb & Flambé won the Firm of the Year Award. And Sheila’s broken pussy was hilarious.
The only part that made me sad was when they created an In Memoriam slide show and included those kids from the Basketball-Wrestling episode. Shockingly, they died, or they’re making fun of me. Everyone else on that projector died, I saw them. “My pussy hurts...” said Lincoln.
Episode 10: “Finale: A Show About Lawyers” (Viewed on March 4)
I had to look at the timestamp to make sure that this episode wasn’t 45 minutes long for some reason because of the premise. Pringus & Bench are retiring, but not before defending a high-tech toilet making company against Gumb & Flambé. So, the focus is mostly on these boys. Irene trying to work for their opponents was laughably off-putting, calling her a “muscular vampire”.
I had a bunch of reactions, but nothing to say that I haven’t already exhausted myself to a pulp. Pringus and Bench should have gotten married.
Closing statements, statements, statements...
You know, I was having a decent time, a bad one, and sometimes I felt empty. I will argue to the ends of the Earth for Inside Job, and no one can change my mind. The classic mistake that adult animation can make is be redundant with their jokes, the cases, the void in the background that doesn’t address characters’ personals, and what we get are minimal. Even after I watched that video explaining the finale, it didn’t change my initial thoughts on the series. Some things inspire multiplication in viewership because of how good they are, hence the additional seasons. I screened this due to curiosity, and they were semi-met, but also, extinguished.
Aside from poor Tap Walden, Sheila Flambé was also my favourite character. Irene Gumb was serviceable. And Lincoln remains a saltine cracker. You can tell how much I failed to mention Glem since he appeared and disappeared whenever he felt like it. Reminds me of Fréaláf Hildeson from the Lord of the Rings: War of Rohirrim movie. He was there to add the dangerous mystique, the fumbling disbarred lawyer, someone with killer tendencies with a gun to the table, but I didn’t really care. And by the looks of it, neither did the writers.
I’m a huge fan of Futurama, Castlevania, Harley Quinn, Pantheon, Blood of Zeus, Arcane, Final Space and so forth. However, I found it hard (and/or procrastinating of me) to watch any other adult animated content like Family Guy, American Dad, Archer, MAD, Robot Chicken, The Simpsons, South Park, Rick & Morty, Love, Death & Robots, Primal and beyond despite how well-made each of them are in their own rights. Some of them are a bit much, too foul-mouthed that I prefer not to stuff myself because of how small my knowledge of pop culture is. I get lost moderately fast. For example, whenever I think about Family Guy or American Dad, I feel dizzy. But I would give The Simpsons, King of the Hill, and Archer a chance. The older shows are phenomenal, and the newer ones coming out are struggling to catch up, or even excel, with some exceptions, of course.
I think that's why we like these types of adult series more because there's continuity to them, at least for me. There's forward movement, time progresses, and identities evolve, or decreass. They don't feel like they're struck on Groundhog's Day and if they are, they make them exciting.
Side thought: Netflix’s Exception should have gotten more love and a second season. That's another show that undeservingly got swept under the rug, so I'm promoting the hell out of it. People should go watch it. I might talk about this one in-depthly in the future.
If you like witnessing lawyers in outlandish situations, the justice system further proving that they're untrustworthy dickheads, passible animation techniques, exceptional voice acting, and people getting killed because of their own actions, this show will definitely provide that. Anyone can agree or disagree with what I said, those are my opinions. I don't know where they got those ranking numbers on IMBD, but I'm rating it a 6/10. If you liked the show, I can live with that, but since I didn't really enjoy it except for a few comical one-liners and the Basketball-Wrestling episode, you have to respect that as well.
Related link:
Saberspark's Review - The Nuttiest Nutcracker
TOP PHOTO: Strip Law in Carson City Courthouse
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