The Adventures of George W. Bush

You stare at Jon with a blank expression on your face and drool a little, just for good measure. "I like ice cream," you say in an attempt to change the subject.

Mr. Stewart regards you suspiciously and arches an eyebrow. "Don't we all. But I'm afraid that has nothing to do with what I just asked you, Mr. President." Dammit! He's got you there. "I dunno," you finally confess, as beads of sweat collect on your forehead. "Ask Cheney. He's the one who handles all that 'important stuff'." You smile at that irrefutable fact. Smooth one, George.

Jon clears his throat, but doesn't press the issue any further. "Moving on," he says, "what would you consider as your biggest accomplishment thus far into your turbulent Presidency?" You ponder that for a moment. "Did I already mention that I like ice cream?"

Stewart nods. Damn. "Well, I guess my biggest accomplishment is...um..."

You and Stewart stare at each other for several painfully silent seconds. "Well, I really do like ice cream a whole lot," you blurt out.

Stewart throws his hands up in frustration. "Fine. You like ice cream. What's your favorite flavor?" You smile. "It's about time you started asking me some serious questions. I'd have to say that butter pecan is my favorite, but rocky road is a close runner up."

Stewart yawns. "Fascinating." You nod. "Heheheheheheheheheh."

Stewart peruses over his notes and finally just tosses them all away. "You win." "I always win," you respond.

That went well!
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