Bush discovers irrefutable proof of Martian
WMD.
Little George W nearly wet himself when he saw a "documentary" on the clear
and present danger Mars poses to both human, and rabbitkind by Marvin the
Martian and his space dog. He immediately telephoned his good buddy, the
Colonel. He used his special phone, the one that looks like it's from
Batman. George wishes he could be Batman too, but at the moment he's
thinking of fried chicken. Didn't someone mention the Colonel?
Hello?
Said Colin. (pronounced Co-lin, for those of you less well informed)
What's the
problem, Mr President?
Hello?
Said George, he'd forgot what he was doing as he sometimes, well,
often does. Helloo?
Have you
seen the pictures from Mars?
Colin, breaking the silence;
You want to know the current status of the Martian rover?
George
paused while he regained his train of thought.
The dog isn't the one I'm worrying
about, but there could be a problem with the little guy.
The little
guy, sir? You've not got an intern, have you?
Would it
help if I did?
A problem
with the
little guy wouldn't
make things easy at the next election-the last president had
problems getting re-elected because of his "little guy".
You've
gotta help me Colin, a guy from Exxon promised to buy me a Hummer if I win
the next election.
I'll see
what I can do, sir.
and what
can we do about Mars? Should we leave the search in I-rack and concentrate
on Mars?
...Mars
would be a good distraction, just what the American public need to help them
forget about Iraq
So, do we
send this "intern", or shall we just nuke it?
Send the
Intern? You mean a manned mission? Why, that's a splendid idea!
said Colin, more than slightly surprised.
...although
we shouldn't send the intern.
he clarified, just in case.
Who would
we send?
Asked Georgie. Surely there's gotta be
someone, somewhere who everyone would love to see shot into space?
Did you
ever think of joining NASA, sir?
Don't be
silly Colinel, you know I'm no good at basketball....and besides...they
don't sell fried chicken on Mars, do they?
Not yet, Mr
President, not yet.
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