What Will Happen Can't Be Stopped

I've tapped my best tapdance in my best butt shaping mini-skirt. I've pulled all my fancy rabbits out of all my finest hats. I've spread a banquet table of evidence for the jury to peruse, and I've made my final, breathtaking comments. The judge has retreated to his chambers, court is in recess, and I will wait will bated breath for Delta Hotel to make up his Ant Jemima flipping mind. But I'll wring his neck with his own damn bowstring if his scales don't tip in my favor. And then you'll get the whole story, hot off the press.