The jackboots are upon us.
Outta my way, tool of the state, for I am come to comfort and counsel my client, even as you seek to prison him.
Now I must bid you all adieu and admonish you to watch your proverbial butts, for I shall be back with a sledgehammer of justice prepared to lay Joseph waste to these four walls if you so much as touch a hair on my client’s.
Hold on now. We’re allies, like Hô Chí Minh and the Red Chinese.
Great Caesar’s ghost.
Eggs are done. Pancakes are warmin’ in the oven. You can fight me on “Are we gonna stay the night?” Or you and the kid can grab a plate and see why they call me “The Breakfast King of Loyola.”
