...and gives Congress a glimpse of the silver tuna. Want to see the full enchilada? The golden goose? The cast-iron baby arm? El Chorizo? Then you're gonna have to get some other deep pocketed guys and gals to show what kind of heat they're packing. You do that and WB promises he'll give you the full autopsy results. Those are the rules. No tit? No tat. If anyone thinks he's going to be the only one left standing naked, they can refer themselves to a fateful game of strip poker in '57 from which he learned his lesson the hard way, and think again.