Oh, I'm from the studio C. Oh, C. You're senior.

Hey, dimly lit room. Where deep within the bowels of the Armstrong and Getty communications

compounded today on little Friday, we're under the tutelage of our general manager.

Alex Mertek, the killer lawyer of the South.

Allegedly, the killer lawyer. Did you come up with that or is that a thing?

That is top of my head. I was watching a bit of the prosecution's closing arguments yesterday.

So is it over? Is it defense? Do their closing arguments today?

I think the defense is doing their thing today and then the rebuttal. If that's not right, forgive me.

A busy day yesterday, but they're about at the end and then the jury goes off to enjoy some complimentary sandwiches and soft drinks.

And hopefully they get a jury form. And as cool as that chick from last week in Georgia.

Pow, pow.

You know, I apologize for showing up late to the party with merely a bag of Cheetos, but I finally saw

more footage of her act that grand jury for Chick Gal that they mocked on Saturday night live.

Yes. Yes. And they said, nobody knows if you're seven or forty, which is absolutely true.

What an odd act. Yeah. No kidding. How did she end up the jury form? And that's everybody's question.

Well, that's an excellent question. I've been in jury rooms where you go around and say, well, does anybody want to do it?

Has anybody ever done it before? I mean, you just, you figure out how to figure it out? Nobody tells you out.

But apparently, I think that'd be fun. And everybody was like, fine, you do it.

It had to be a knock yourself out. It had to be one of those. Yeah. Is there any paperwork involved then you do it?

Yeah. One of those kind of things because she's a nut job.

I said, so there she goes back to the, back to the, the mertic jury, Mr. Mertic.

Yeah, they'll have that difficult task soon, deliberating over that trial in which there's heap and help in a circumstantial evidence, but little else.

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