When I was little, my daddy owned an exotic pet shop in Texas. A college girl comes in and tells him that she needs a sloth so her sorority can win a contest they were having to get the weirdest animal.
My dad says, "No, you don't want a sloth, it will destroy everything" but she insisted and said her daddy owned the city and would have him shut down if he didn't get her the sloth. So he told her to come back the next day.
So he talked to a lawyer and they drew up a long agreement saying he wasn't responsible for any damages, blah blah, and made her sign it and told her if she brought the sloth back, she'd have to pay shipping for it back to brazil or wherever it came from.
So the sloth comes in and the girls come get it, and they're so excited, because they're gonna win.
The next day, she comes in crying. It had shredded her clothes, carpets, wallpaper, beds, furniture, everything. She tried to get my dad's shop to pay for the damages, tried not to pay the shipping going back, but she'd signed the contract. She tried to use her daddy about that, too, and mine said he could come down and see a copy of the agreement if he wanted.
welp.