Uh---psssst!----ahem!----uh,---Mr. Trump---sir----down here---under the desk!

[Atticus]

No! Don't look at us!

We don't really want anyone to know we are still---"communicating", okay?

We don't have much time, so we'll get right to the point: we want pardons---all of us.

What?

You don't think that would look good for you---"optics-wise"?

Would you tell me who gives a rat's ass at this point how things look for you? You are toast, dude! You are circling the drain! There is still a very small chance that you may not die in prison, but you need to wrap what passes for your mind around this: you MUST give us pardons because, if we get prosecuted, we will all become canaries. We will SING to the prosecutors. We will sing to the media. Hell, we'll even sing to your creditors!

So, whip out that damn Sharpie and start scrawling out universal pardons for all of us or they're gonna stick you so deep into one of those "special" prisons you'll grow moss!

Me first---L-I-N-D-S--------------------------------

[IllinoisBirdWatcher]

1. My first thought: Is that "the nation's mayor" hiding under his desk? N/T