Adam, the sobbing FBI agent, caught his breath for a moment. "What? What do we do?"
".... why?"
"Because fuck this. We resend the previous statement tomorrow."
"I mean, we'll need a chaser. This vodka is HARSH," Matt shrugs.
Looking to the side of the desk, there were a pair of diet coke cans that had magically appeared.
"No idea, and do we have to get up to get them? No. Bottoms up."
After a long pause, McConnell looked up. "Uh, boss. Question."
Trump muttered out, "Yeah?"
"Chyeah, brah, I'm, uh, actually kind of a bit confused at that myself," Kavanaugh asked between sips from his beer-filled camelbak.
/end