You beat me too it.
Maybe he could have a cardboard cutout of the beast standing at the other podium. Halfway through it can start shaking and coughing, then fall over and catch on fire.
I’d pay to see that show.
I would love a hanger with der Hildebeast’s empty suit next to the podium. Have her pants go up in flames to the tune:
Liar, Liar, Pants on fire
Your nose is longer than a telephone wire
Ask me diva what I’ve said.
You’ve been out all night, know you’ve been bad.
Don’t tell me different, know it’s a lie . . .
I'm dying! Oh, how I wish FR had a "Like" button!