Intermission 1: We have a lawyer. We NEED a lawyer.

The doorbell is playing The Wedding March. It was Gabby's mom's idea.

Mad scientists are NOT trite. They'd just be trite in MY hands.

I am NOTHING if not cornball. Get used to it.
By the way, I want BONUS points for "No suicide, assisted or otherwise."

And now, back to our regularly scheduled story…

If anyone wants to open a Trough O' Bacon somewhere I promise I won't sue. Don't try to put a juice bar corner in it and call it Margaritaville, though. Jimmy definitely sues.
Note: That's Kyrie sticking her tongue out in the classic "gag me" gesture. It is not, as several have misnoted, a carrot stick.

The Reveal

There should be some appropriate organ music here. I suggest taking a cathedral organ and slowing down Mozart doing the Chicken Dance. You'd be SURPRISED how solemn it sounds.

Sometimes you come to a moment where you just have to stop and assess the level of sarcasm in the room.

Just do me.

Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

GOD but I wanted the girls to say "Ack!" "Orp!" "Eep!" "Ah-ah!" but I didn't think I could handle having no one recognize the Jetsons reference. Oh, and hey, did you know the guy who sang that was the guy who played Ernest T on the Andy Griffith Show?

Shredding the Constitution chapter Three

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