Maybe I'll go as a bottle of bourbon. Hey, that reminds me--we have to remember to visit old lady West's house several times. She always hands out booze miniatures!
She's a nice old lady, isn't she?
And after a couple of hours, she's so loaded she doesn't know who's already been to her door!
Yep. You know, Granny had a big romance with one of the old-timey Presidents. I think it was that big fat one. I remember one time she showed me some pictures...
Hey Ed, there was this guy in the restroom, and he was--
Shut up! Let's get out of here! I think that tour guide went to get Security!
...and he reeked of liquor, officer!
Another stinking terrorist, no doubt. Don't worry, Miss. We'll get him. Today is a level Red day. That means I don't have to obey any of those pesky "civil rights" rules.
Oooohhh... Could I hold your gun?
Watch it, lady. You keep talking like that, and I might have to arrest and stripsearch you.
Hello there. Care to share a bit of whatever you've got in that bag?
Sure. Who are you?
Ha ha! You Yanks have such a droll sense of humour! I'm just visiting my good friend and ally, and "hanging" with his lovely daughters. Super party going on upstairs; why don't you join us?
Thanks. Oh! Are you English? Uhmmm...sorry about 1776 and all that. I'm sure you guys put up a good fight.
Where could Ed be? I feel so incomplete without him!
Oh, Hi! Would you happen to know where I could find the President?
Daddy? I think he's partying with some of his old Frat brothers.
Also, I seem to have lost my twin brother. Can you help me?
Ooh! You're a twin too? You know, you are kind of cute. When you find your brother, you both come up to our suite. We've got lots of Tequila, and Grandma makes a killer Margarita.
This late-breaking bulletin just in! Surprise last-minute third party Presidental candidates, Fred and Ed Wanker, have revealed that they are not registered to vote. Jane?
Thank you, Dan. And in an even more shocking revelation, Channel 3 has learned that the candidates are hardened criminals, who recently spent time in a Washington D.C. jail.
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More on this story after a commercial pause... Okay. The red light is off. Jane, why don't you slip under the desk and blow me?
I have a better idea. Why don't you turn around and fuck yourself hairspray boy?