“I can’t believe all the Republicans in the house voted against the stimulus package,” Rahm Emanuel said. “Weren’t you supposed to call some of them and convince them, Geithner?”
“Yeah, sorry, Dude; I forgot,” Timothy Geithner said as he slumped back in his chair.
“But that was important!”
“Calm down, dude. You sound like the IRS.”
“We need the Republicans to fall in line so we don’t get all the blame for a bad economy,” Rahm said. “I wonder if Obama going after Rush Limbaugh was a bad idea.”
“No, it was a good idea!” Rarl Kove asserted. “He needs to keep making Limbaugh his focus… maybe even call in to his show.”
Rahm looked at Kove suspiciously. “I’m not sure that’s good advice.”
“That’s because you’re stupid!”
Geithner looked around the Oval Office. “So where is the president?”
“I don’t know,” Rahm said. “He was going to get some fresh air and come right back in here.”
They heard some clawing at a window. They turned to see Obama at a window, clawing at it frantically since it lacked a doorknob.
“No, Obama,” Rahm called out. “That’s a window; not a door.”
“Maa! Maa!” Obama cried out in frustration as he continued to claw at the window.
“Somebody should help him,” Rahm said.
“No, he needs to do this himself to show he can overcome adversity,” Kove said as he straightened his mustache which had become crooked.
“The guy is like super smart — he’s always telling me so,” Geithner said. “He’ll totally figure it out eventually.”
The clawing stopped and Rahm didn’t see Obama at the window anymore. “I guess he went to find the door. Anyway, we–”
There was a loud thump as something hit the window. They all looked to see Obama lying in the ground right in front of the window.
“Did he just run into window?” Rahm asked.
“I think he couldn’t see because he had a bucket stuck on his head,” Geithner said.
“How’d he get a bucket stuck on his head so quickly?”
“We need to get the media over here now to film what a Bohemian Obama is,” Kove suggested.
“I really think you’re making bad suggestions,” Rahm said.
“I really think you’re a homo,” Kove retorted.
Rahm looked at Kove suspiciously again. “So where are you from?”
“That sounds like a made up place.”
“You sound made up!”