"
"Well this sure sounded serious. They photographed a whole
atlas and presented it to their class as their own work."
"So? It's just Trenchant's word, isn't it? Who's going to
believe she isn't just indulging in sour grapes?"
"The whole panel, that's who. That stupid son of a bitch,
Ian, admitted to it."
"Don't worry so, Henry. Surely you can explain that away
as a misstatement on his part. He can just say that he didn't
understand the question and. . ."
"I've already done that with the panel but I can't keep up forever
explaining away every boner they pull. I've got to call Lyle back
to testify again and the panel wants to hear from one of his faculty,
Ann Biggot, and from Jimbo as well."
"What can I do to help you, Henry."
"Get on their asses, please, John. Those dilettantes
in the medical school just made a very poor showing.
They weren't prepared or. . .would you believe, John,
that Lyle couldn't even remember how many SmurFFs he was
given and the dean contradicted a vital part of his testimony.
Both Ian and Randy stunk. Please, lower the boom on Lyle
and the others slated to testify tomorrow.
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