The President God King Goodfella is sad. He had always just assumed that the B.A.s (Bad Americans) liked being executed.
"Oh Whollie Oh So Wholly. There have been been riots."
The Presbro was mumbling to himself. He had been gently stroking a silk curtain. He thought he heard a buzzing whispering or something from somewhere. Was it in his ear? Someone talking? Was Poppa Daddy gonna leak that death porn video?
"But I thought they liked being executed?" He quipped, then continuing, He said, "They say that the most popular choice is the guillotine," The Presbro pouted, "That's sick. That is Oooow. Really sick. Sick sick."
"Sir, Your Highness, Sir," You- yourself in all of Your Wholliness- have said that the boiling cauldron of blazing fire is a hard sell: But it's up 3 points," said his V.P. Hence Traitorpants.
"Vance Traitorpants that's great. That's true?!? Tell me it's true."
"No, Oh Wholly Presbo. It is not."
"HA! You're the only one brave enough to tell me the truth, Tenderpants. You'll go far."
"Oh 'Your Ollie ollie All In Free', I already have gone too far and came back. I'm two for two."
"Two for Two?!? You mean..."
"Yes, oh my golden Rehoboam. That minister that dissed you 35 years ago has now been raptured."
"Don't say that. That makes it sound like he won."
"Did you see the movie, Dances With Wolverines?" The V.P. looked up at The Master. The Master said," It was soo sad...really really sad, really, when they took his journal and used it as toilet paper."
The Presbro puffed up all business, "Let's feed their heads to the alligators. That'll keep the kettle profits up. Hmmm. Profits. Prophets. Its funny. I get it now."
"Golly, my better than SuperBatman, You're the best!"
"Stop the flattery, man, and hand me a towel."
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