I’m just imagining the Iranian negotiators bombarding Bowman with an incessant barrage of hockey-player trash talk, until he curls up in a ball and cries. “I’ve seen your mother’s pussy. It’s you, ya loser. Does your mouth bleed once a month?”

Then playing Plastic Bertrand in his hotel room, especially the part with “I am the king of the divan.”

But as @Modern_medicine_isnt says, let’s see how it plays out. My personal view is that Vance can’t even fart without asking Orangeman’s permission, adheres to a morally bankrupt, imbecilic ideology, and even if he were free to act, which he isn’t, he’s too spineless to actually decide anything.