“Whatever,” Hunter said. “I mean, at this point, who hasn’t had anal in the Senate? Have you seen Robert Reich? He’s the size of a buttplug!”

“Sexy!” Cracky cried, perched on Hunter’s shoulder like a Peruvian parrot.

“Would you put that damn thing away?” Dr. Biden yelled. “This is The Oval Office!”

“Buttplug,” Joe muttered.

“In the night, I transform into a hand, a giant hand,” Karine mumbled from the couch. “Smash ‘em all flat.”

The door to The Oval Office burst open and a hulking figure filled the frame.

“Mr. President,” John said mellifluously, “I have something important I need to discuss with you.”

“Fetterman?” Hunter asked. “Fetterlump?”

“This is inappropriate, “John said, plucking Cracky from his perch and pressing him into Hunter’s hand.

“Hand off, buddy!” Cracky said as Hunter slipped him into his pocket.

“In fact, Mr. Biden,” it is inappropriate for you to be in The Oval Office at all. And I have national security issues to discuss with your father. Please leave.” John loomed over Hunter until he began to walk sullenly out of the room.

“And you,” John said, moving over to Karine. “Wake up, Ms. Jean-Pierre.” He kicked the couch she was sleeping on lightly.

“Go away,” she cried hoarsely.

“Up,” he said, tipping the couch forward and dumping her on the floor. She stood, paused to dig her underwear out of her ass crack, and shuffled off.

“Mr. President,” John said after he crossed to close the Oval Office. “I have discovered a way to solve the Israeli conflict. It is simple, elegant…” He knelt down in front of Joe to look him in his rheumy eyes.

“And best of all,” John continued, “It won’t cost anything.”

“John?” Joe asked. His shaking hand reached out to stroke Fetterman’s goatee. “John? Is that you?”

“Yes, Mr. President, “John said. “After the consumption of Lump, I was able to integrate him fully and heal.”

“John?” Joe asked again, his paralyzed brow trying mightily to furrow. He finally smiled after a long moment. “Where’s that saucy wife of yours?”

“Back in Pennsylvania, where she should have been all along,” John said darkly.

“That’s a shame,” Joe said.

“Yes, well, to my plan,” John said, standing and moving around the desk to sit in a reinforced desk chair. By the time he was settled, Joe was fast asleep.