The Adventures of George W. Bush

"For the humanitarian atrocities you've committed, I'm afraid I'm going to have to fire you, Ronny," you tell him sternly. You feel all big and Presidential after saying it.

Rumsfeld just laughs at you in a wantonly derisive fashion. "You know you're cute when you actually think you're the one pulling the strings." And he proceeds to pinch your cheeks. You, however, don't find anything funny. "You can't trick me," you refute him, swatting away his hand. "I'm the one with the pajamas that have the Presidential seal on the back. You don't wear them 'jamies. I seen the 'jamies you wear, and they got skulls on 'em."

Rumsfeld grows angry. "Don't try me, George," he warns you. "You don't want to go there with me." Oh, but you've already gone there! "It's on, Ronny ol' boy," you press on, despite your growing fear. "You're fired and that's that."

Good job, George! Way to show 'em whose boss! Unfortunately, you forgot Rumsfeld's formidable powers as a sorcerer and conjurer of demonic magic. His eyes began glowing red and electricity crackles around his body. "You really don't want to go there with me George."