Obama singing softly to himself:
“I’m half white
But that’s alright
Because I say
It’s not that way
They can’t attack
Because I’m black…”
He sees his running mate entering the room and stops.
Scrappy Joe walks into a makeshift office, stepping over passed-out sycophants and wading through ankle deep party refuse. Someone groans, pukes and then is silent.
Biden, a little sickened by the scene, makes his way toward Obama.
Biden: “Well, Barack we pulled it off.”
Obama: “What?”
Biden: “ I said…”
Obama: “I heard what you said. You used my first name.”
Biden: “Yeah…”
Obama: “Who the hell do you think you are? I’m Mr. President to you, there sen-a-tor.”
Biden: “Yeah funny. Now can we get down to…”
Obama: “Guards!”
Pause. Biden looks around.
Obama: “Guards!”
A Secret Service agent pokes his head in: “Yes sir, you needed something?”
Obama: “Damn right I do. Take this man to the dungeon and slap him in irons!”
Secret Service agent: “Ah,we're in a hotel sir…they, er…don’t have a, ah, dungeon.”
Waving a dismissive hand at the agent, “Fine. Go away.” Looking at Biden, “You’re lucky I’m in a compassionate mood. I could have you shot.”
Biden just stares
Obama: “First order of business. Send a dozen black roses with a card saying 'So sorry for you loss' over to McLoser’s place.”
Biden’s mouth starts to open but stops half way.
Obama: “Next, I want the Palins to wake up tomorrow morning with a bloody moose head in their bed. That should send a clear enough signal to stay up there in that frozen wasteland.”
Biden’s mouth drops the rest of the way open.
Obama: “You getting all of this?”
Biden nods, dumbfounded, which is a first for him.
Obama: “After that, get Reid, Pelosi and Supremes over here for a chat. They need to know who they work for now. Oh, and get the Constitution and someone who can do calligraphy, there are a few changes I want to make. And then….”
Biden moans, “What have we done?”
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