Brother Horace tries to stick his hand in the alligator's maw.

Arny, regarding that upcoming debate, I am depending on you
to hand this phony his head. Pull his chain a few times for
me, too, while you are at it.

I hope Arnii listens to you, Clerkie. You're one of the only friends he
has left.

Arnii, if your antenna are extended, try to ignore the carrier beam.
Instead, focus on the coded message. Time is getting perilously short for
you. Needless to say, Harold might be cheering for you, but when the
shooting starts, he'll be nowhere to be found.