SMAAAAAAAAAAAASH CUT!

To Mark Fly-... Wait, no, he has a false mustache, it's Christopher K. Clinton!

"Are you going after the X-Treeeeeeeeeme Title? Are you aware that Mark Flynn doesn't sleep, so it's nigh impossible to catch him off-guard, so now YOU'RE trying to manipulate the law to trick him into dropping the belt?"

Dramatic spin toward the camera!

"My name is Christopher K. Clinton! And I have successfully legal'd my way into one X-Treme title win for my clients! Now, EVERY LAWYER under the sun seems to think they're an X-Treme Title Lawyer."

"CAVEMEN!"

"JERKS!"

"And so on!"

Dramatic spin toward the camera. "Don't settle for second best! If you want to trick the X-Treme Title holder into dropping his belt by weaponizing the law, call the original X-Treme Title Lawyer! Christopher K. Clinton!"

Clinton is at the talking animal beach party.

"Don't delay, call tod-"

...Clinton gets distrated and turns around...

"There's something off about that camel in a trenchcoat..."

Indeed, Joe Camel is talking to a lady camel wearing trenchcoat, (trying to seal the deal to take her home and examine her hump). Her face looks... stiff.

...Clinton creeps up behind... And tugs down her coat!

GASP! It is NOT a lady camel, but two men in a camel costume! They panickedly scatter!

"That's right, you get outta here! This is a talking ANIMAL beach party!"

Clinton clears his throat, bowing his head.

"Carry on, talking animals. If any of you ever need an attorney, you know who to call."