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KOS mentioned that this story made him feel like the night before Christmas.

So...


'Twas the night before Fitz talked,

when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a louse;



The talking points were hung at the White House with care,
In hopes that the Rapture soon would be there;


The Preznit was nestled all snug in his bed,

With visions of baldies a dance in his head;
And Pickles with Salems, a pack she did tap,
Had just settled down for a leisurely crap,


When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Barney sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Bush flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and hid Jenna's stash.

Ignoring the sheen of some quality blow,
(It gives the lustre of progress to Iraq y'know),
When what to Bush's lying eyes should appear,
But a black SUV, and eight Marshalls -- oh dear,

With the special prosecutor, so lively and quick,

Bush knew in a moment it couldn't be Dick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dano! now, Rico! now, Youngblood you fix 'em!
On, Dammit! on Dammit! on before they get pardons!"
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
'Cuff away! 'Cuff away! 'Cuff away all!"

Fitz sprang to his aides, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they took Scooter and Karl, who shat out a missile.


But I heard Fitz exclaim, ere they drove out of sight,
"You're crooks one and all, and each I'll Indict."