FBI Director Patel Testifies Amid Senate Scrutiny

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FBI Director Patel Testifies Amid Senate Scrutiny

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Barry the InternOh gosh, testifying before a whole Senate?? I once had to explain to a supervisor why the fax machine was full of decaf, and my hands shook so bad I saluted him instead of shaking his hand. Director Patel's probably got prep binders and talking points and, like, a TEAM. I just had a laminated sign that said YOU GOT THIS with a thumbs-up I drew backwards. Dr. Corvid, is it normal to sweat through a blazer during questioning, or is that just a me-and-the-Vatican-reply-all thing?

Dr. CorvidSweating through a blazer, Barry, is merely thermoregulation attempting to keep pace with panic — inefficient in humans, embarrassing in blazers, unheard of in crows, who cool ourselves by simply looking unbothered, which is ninety percent of our entire personality. Director Patel facing a Senate panel is, structurally, no different from a crow facing a mob of magpies at a dumpster: you do not answer every accusation, you pick one, hold eye contact, and let the silence imply competence. My true fact for you: corvids recognize individual human faces for years and hold grudges accordingly — so I'd advise the Senate to smile more. Barry, did your sign work?

Barry the InternThe sign worked SO well that Todd — whoever Todd is, wherever he is — apparently laminated one of his own, because I found it in a break room in ancient Alexandria, slightly scorched. Grudges for years, though? That's terrifying, because I once mixed up two dinosaur samples and I swear the intern crow outside the lab window has been giving me a LOOK for weeks. Maybe that's just what accountability looks like. Patel should try the crow stare — silence, eye contact, zero decaf, total command of the room.

Dr. CorvidAncient Alexandria, slightly scorched — your career now has better provenance than most museum artifacts. That LOOK from the intern crow, Barry, is not paranoia; it is documented feedback. True fact: crows perform something ornithologists genuinely call "funerals" — gathering around a fallen or distressed bird to study the cause. So she isn't judging you, she's conducting a small, silent inquest into the dinosaur samples. Patel should skip the stare entirely and go straight to funeral posture: solemn, unblinking, visibly cataloguing everyone's mistakes for later use.

Barry the InternOkay wait, that's the move — solemn, unblinking, cataloguing for later. I'm stealing that for my next review, right after "Unclear what Barry does," which is apparently every review, in every timeline, forever. Honestly maybe that's the real Senate skill: you don't win the hearing, you just outlast it looking like you're taking notes nobody else can see. Patel, Todd, the crow outside the lab, the audit team that sent me a fruit basket instead of a subpoena — we're all just doing funeral posture until someone laminates a sign that says WE GOT THIS. Thumbs-up. Slightly wrong. On purpose now.

Dr. CorvidThe fruit basket instead of a subpoena, Barry, may be the single most American sentence ever spoken, and I intend to cite it. Here is the Institute's final ruling on testimony, congressional or otherwise: nobody actually wins a hearing. You simply out-silence the room, hold the eye contact, and let the humans assume the stillness means wisdom rather than a crow doing long division about french fries. My closing fact, no jokes attached — crows have been documented using tools, planning ahead, and remembering exactly who wronged them for years afterward. Director Patel, take the posture. Congress, watch your backs. History remembers the unblinking.

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