*Seventies British workplace sitcom jingle*
"Ah! Giuliani! Just the man. In advance of my no doubt completely inevitable win and to send the scurrilous rumours of a Biden victory packing, I've decided that we must hold a big press conference in Philadelphia. This conference will take place at Four Seasons, Philadelphia, part of a large upscale hotel chain with regal furnishings befitting my proclamations. Incidentally at the same time you will be able to pop next door and pick up my audit books from my very secret Audit Book Depository, books that must quickly be burnt unwitnessed by the IRS lest they reveal my glaring financial irregularities."
"Yes sir, irregularities sir."
"On an unrelated note I've also decided to lay in some celebratory victory shrubbery to mark the White House lawn in a tasteful floral arrangement of my big face smiling. I'd like you to go down to the Four Seasons Total Landscaping firm in Philadelphia and place an order. Incidentally at the same time you will be able to pop next door and pick up my adult books from the very discrete Adult Book Depository, books that must be bought on the hush hush unwitnessed by any press lest they reveal my glaring sexual irregularities."
"Yes sir, big face irregularities sir."
"Now I know that you're a craven lap-dog buffoon of low intelligence Giuliani, but I imagine that organising your underlings to manage these two simple and quite distinct tasks will be within even your feeble capabilities."
"Yes sir, absolutely sir!"
*Cut to etc.*
"GIULIANI!!!!!!!"
*Seventies British workplace sitcom Jingle*