 Live from Studio C, a dimly lit room deep within the bowels of the Armstrong and Getty communications compound, and today we are under the tutelage of our general manager, the Washington Press Corps, back after their mysterious three-and-a-half-year Rip Van Winkle-like disappearance. What do you know? You got eyes and ears again. That's got to be handy for your line of work. Yeah. You lying bastards. I feel like they should have to explain that at some point.