He's Right About One Thing. The Depth Of All His Bullsh*t. That's Deep.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, WEAK and WEARY, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lies I've told, while I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “Tis some legal expert bringing MORE AND MORE INDITEMENTS,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more.”