Orcos (or’-kos): Swearing that a statement is true.
Senator Lunar: How many Russians can dance on the Head of the FBI?
Government Witless: Probably 5 or 6. But, respectfully, I believe it is the head of a pin, not an actual head & that it is somehow a metaphysical meditation on the corporeality of Russians’ souls (if they have any in the first place).
Senator Veritas: You lie I cry!
Government Witless: I swear I am telling the truth so far as Senator Lunar’s more or less insane question begs me to. By the way: Your mother is alive and well in Miami.
Senator Lunar: 5 or 6 Russians dancing on Comey’s head, eh? There is no bruising. I think you’re lying Witless.
Government Witless: Respectfully Senator Lunar, my answer is true insofar as it is consistent with a historical tradition of speculation on bodies and souls, not to mention angels and whether they’re pure spirit. Russians are a new twist on the commentary.
But I want to ask you: Why are you asking me this more or less (on the face of it) irrelevant, if not crazy, question?
Senator Lunar: My Life Coach Billy Ed Joseph Ronald Richards gave me the idea. He was giving an ‘inspiration’ on how to advance political agendas and one way is ‘dancing’ on the heads of opponents. So, if 5 or 6 Russians danced on Comey’s head, it could very well be the case that he was ‘brought around’ and colluded with the Russians.
Government Witless: Wow! That’s more bizarre than 12th century philosophy and theology combined!
Senator Lunar: I swear it’s true. I may have been there. That’s not ketchup on my loafers. Whoops!
Definition courtesy of “Silva Rhetoricae” (rhetoric.byu.edu).