One month later --
Somewhere in the thick of all the deer-punting and those good meals for dinner tonight, Frank found room in his heart for a little change. Change best exemplified in 18 little words:
They're called "air quotes," Mark. Look'em up. The bear a striking resemblance to that bitchy little curl taped to the middle of your forehead.
After knocking Frank's lights out, Mark decides to fuck the wayward Senator's face with a little truth -- Mark Trail just so happens to write a nature column for the local newspaper. And when it comes out in the Daily Bumblefucker that a certain U.S. Senator's been training his sights on innocent little half-pets, all that Just for Gingers (R) endorsement money is going up in bright orange flames. There's only one thing to do.
Senator back-pecs knows it...
Frank knows it...