“Is this the Queen’s court?” Alice asked the two funny-looking men blocking the big iron gate.
“Who wants to know?” they chimed together.
“I’d like to join the Queen for some golf,” answered Alice.
“She’d like to join the Queen,” they taunted, looking at each other. “Do you have a nondisclosure agreement?”
“I’m afraid I don’t, but I’m not the sort of person to disclose things. Are you the Queen’s guards?”
“Guards?” They looked at each other and laughed. “Do we look like guards? We are the Queen’s personal lawyers — Tweeedledum and Tweedledumber, attorneys-at-law. Here, sign these.” They each pushed a pile of papers at Alice.
“What are these?”
“Sworn statements that the Queen didn’t grab you, wouldn’t grab you, and was miles away when the grabbing occurred.”
“But the Queen probably won’t — “
“Of course he will. The Queen has big hands and — “
“– a big heart. I know, I know.”
“You also stipulate that grabbing isn’t a crime if the Queen grabs,” said Tweedledum.
“It’s not even naughty,” added Tweedledumber.
“And Collusion isn’t a crime if the Queen colludes. Obstruction isn’t a crime if the Queen obstructs. Subtraction isn’t a crime —
“Okay, I stipulate,” said Alice impatiently. “And the Queen isn’t a witch, and doesn’t grab girls and is making Donaldland great again.”
“I think she’s got it,” said the twin lawyers. “And what about the White Knight?”
Alice began to recite: “The White Knight and his nefarious throng of 98 — “
” — 125 — “
” — 125 dastardly democreeps are out to destroy the good Queen.”
“And the Queen is cooperating fully with his witch hunt and is willing to answer any number of questions. As a matter of fact, we have provided a list of answers to the questions the Queen is willing to answer.” Tweedledum handed a piece of paper to Alice.
She read: “Yes. No. Maybe. I couldn’t say. Fourteen. Fake news. Yesterday. Never. Maybe tomorrow. None of your damn business.”
“What more could we possibly do?” said Tweedledum.
“Legal is as legal does,” said Tweedledumber.
“Hand me the briefs, said Tweedledum.
“No,” said Tweedledumber. “It’s my turn to wear the briefs.”
“No, it’s my turn.”
“My turn.”
“My turn.”
“I’ll sue.”
“I’ll sue first.”
“I’ll counter-sue.”
“I’ll counter-counter sue.”
And off they went, arguing and leaving the gate for Alice to enter. Which she did.
Tomorrow, same time, same place — painting roses.
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