| The tyrannic presidential aid recieves an urgent call. |
|
 | Mr.President Sir! What are your unanimous orders dealing with the tormented troops and people in Japan? | |
|
| Well young Lindsey, i have quibbled my thoughts on that, but come up with... | |
|
|
|
|
|
| The President looks away, distracted by something teetering in the distance. |
|
| Sir? Sir your evasion of my question is not appreciated. | |
|
| Hush Lindsey! There is a small squirel outside... He is brown... Now grey...... Now white.... | |
|
|
|
|
|
| The President leaves the room to go catch the chameleon of a squirel, while a cowgirl walks in to take his place. |
|
| Ummmm, i think that squirel may be malignant, excuse me while i call 911. | |
|
| Hola senior! | |
|
|
|
|
|
