"Pinching?" the cop asked curiously. "What kind of pinching, lady? Where?"
"All kinds of pinching," the woman said evilly. "Everywhere."
The cop peered at Marc. "Why's he dressed in that nightshirt?"
"How should I know?" the woman said. "Maybe he thinks he's cute or something."
The cop leaned closer. "Here, you," he said, "why are you dressed like that?"
"I'm tired," Marc said exhaustedly, "and I want to go to bed. I had a little drink about an hour ago...."
"Stop that now," the cop barked. "No nonsense."
"But it's all perfectly true," Marc said.
The cop started to speak further, but he caught sight of the congressman and his companion climbing out of the limousine and tore himself away.
"There are people dying in that car!" the congressman shouted tragically, hurrying forward. "It's awful, officer!"