Somewhere in DC, Mitch McConnell is inflating his neck pouch in a display of territorial aggression against Chuck Schumer.
Chuck Schumer looks down his nose at McConnell while Mitch postures like a maddened lizard. Chuck meets his eyes with a stern school-mistress glare, tapping a wooden ruler against his palm...a promise of the violence to come.
"Mommy?" a voice quavers from the closet.
"Not now, Pence. Mommy's busy."