All right, Rove, get your ass in here right now. You've got some 'splainin to do, shit-for-brains.
Not unless the president says I have to.
You have to...
Oh man... This is all Jambi's fault
It is not.
That's right, Karl. You are the individual responsible for ensuring that Jambi is fully prepared to portray the president. I'm sure his heart was in the right place.
It most assuredly was. I memorized my lines in eight seconds, and I've got all the expressions down...
But you got beaten by a girl, pantywaist. We sure as hell don't need any more headlines like this one.
Oh, Lord, how embarrassing. I think I've finally hit rock bottom.
Well, George, look on the bright side. At least you know you're tougher than our Genie.
Hey, no fair. I haven't had a body in hundreds of years. I was out of shape... And technically speaking, he's the Genie now, not me.
But I don't even know how to grant wishes!
Oh, it's easy. It's natural. It comes part and parcel with your new body.
But I don't have a body!
Whatever. Right now we've got to get out there and do damage control. Brief him in presidential decorum, Karl. And next time you tell him he's got to fight for our beliefs, tell him not to be so literal about it.
That's right, George. When I say that you...
I told you before, Turd Blossom, don't call the freakin Genie by my name!
But it's confusing.
You think you're confused...
What? Did I say something funny?
Relatively funny, yes sir. Anyway, let's get on with the damage control. Vice President Cheney, you're on with Rush for the two o'clock hour. Ms. Rice, it's Hannity and Colmes. First two segments, maybe the whole show if Secretary Rumsfeld can scare up a new threat by the half.
Shouldn't be a problem.
Great. I've got a meeting with Frist and Hastert scheduled. And Jambi, we're going to get you to the gym and start building up those biceps.
Hey! What about me?
Oh, right. Sorry.


2006, Mark Hoback