2pm. An office far far away.
"Yes sir, the Boudreauxs have been exterminated like the rats they have become since moving to Sacramento." The voice on the phone said.
"Good. Too bad about the fag, but hey, he was unprepared. Fuck him." Smoke wafts from behind a perfectly appointed chair. The chair swiveled back around to face the rest of the office. There was one person sitting in the chair in front of the desk. The lighting of the room shielded his face. He starts to speak.
"So the job is done. Newsom is dead?" The voice was unmistakable. Everyone on earth knew this man.
"Yes, Mr.President, Newsom is dead." Another puff on the cigar from the fat man behind the desk.
"Wow, I always wanted to have someone killed." The man stood, his face revealed.
"Hillary should have no trouble, Sir. Money well spent." A wry smile from the fat man.
"Maurice, you have done an excellent job for our country. Today, the Boudreauxs, tomorrow, the White House!!!!" Bill Clinton laughs, and Maurice joins in.
"Yes sir, the Boudreauxs have been exterminated like the rats they have become since moving to Sacramento." The voice on the phone said.
"Good. Too bad about the fag, but hey, he was unprepared. Fuck him." Smoke wafts from behind a perfectly appointed chair. The chair swiveled back around to face the rest of the office. There was one person sitting in the chair in front of the desk. The lighting of the room shielded his face. He starts to speak.
"So the job is done. Newsom is dead?" The voice was unmistakable. Everyone on earth knew this man.
"Yes, Mr.President, Newsom is dead." Another puff on the cigar from the fat man behind the desk.
"Wow, I always wanted to have someone killed." The man stood, his face revealed.
"Hillary should have no trouble, Sir. Money well spent." A wry smile from the fat man.
"Maurice, you have done an excellent job for our country. Today, the Boudreauxs, tomorrow, the White House!!!!" Bill Clinton laughs, and Maurice joins in.