On the night President Trump fired FBI Director Jim Comey, Press Secretary Sean Spicer bellowed the news out of his office door to the press pool and then promptly got up, went outside, and hid in the bushes to avoid answering questions. He reluctantly agreed to do select interviews under condition of darkness. Twitching and sweaty, he was more frenzied than ever as he bullshitted his way through each question gruffly, acting like a total dick. His mind was swirling. The Russians were coming tomorrow and so was Henry Kissinger and he’d completely forgotten to order the old man’s low sodium dish.