It was over almost before it began. FuDuzn and Grizzlegom pointed their respective fingers at the other, and almost immediately, Majiffy decided on the latter.
Goodell looked up and saw Grizzlegom before him.
He didn't say anything immediately, instead favoring his bottle of bourbon, from which he poured a glass.
"As you may have guessed by now, I've known who the culprits were the entire time. And I can't say that I'm displeased at how this turned out. You marginally more ethical owners got a chance to really feel what it's like to have moral highground on someone, these two jackholes--" he pointed to Grizzlegom, "--get to recoup my losses from the 2010 season, and I got to polish off a bottle of whiskey.
"You've got a plane to catch," he informed Grizzle. "And yes, I know, I'll see you at the company picnic."
As Grizzle left the room, Goodell invited Majiffy and FuDuzn to sit back down. "Who wants a highball?"
FuDuzn,
Majiffy,
Game over.