"What is the problem Hillary?" the president asked, sitting behind his desk.
"I just want to be president so bad. I want to be president right now." Hillary said.
"Well, I have the job for now, but I am sure you will get in with the next election. Nothing to worry about I am sure." Obama stretched back in his chair.
"Barry, Bill says that all presidents kill people on the way to the white house. Is that true?"
"Of course. I killed dozens of people. I use some of the best assassins in the world. Do you need a reference?" Obama leaned forward.
"No, I think we have it covered. But I think recently maybe we have overstepped our bounds." Hillary looked at the floor.
"How is that?"
"Well, we had Kim Jong Il killed."
"What the fuck? You killed Kim? Oh well, I was almost there myself. I guess you saved the American taxpayer another assassin fee."
"Yeah, but the problem is the guy we used. He seems to be different than most of them. You see, we have some intel that says he died in New Orleans the day before he killed Kim Jong in North Korea. So, of course we wonder how he could literally be in two places at once."
"Oh, that's no problem. Richard Pryor doubled for me at some campaign events several years ago."
"Richard Pryor? Isn't he dead?"
"Well, he was not in 2007."
"Got it. Hey, can I sit in your chair for a minute? Just to see what it feels like?" Hillary motioned to Barack's desk.
"Sure, enjoy." Barack got up and stood aside as Hillary sat down.
"Wow, feels perfect! Is this how it felt Bill?" Bill Clinton steps out of the shadows and Barack expresses surprise.
"Uh, hey Bill, did not see you there. Would you like a drink? Or a blowjob? The interns have gotten hotter since you were in office."
"Wow...that sounds..." Bill is cut off.
"Get over it Bill. Kill him already."
"But Hill...he is such a nice guy!"
"Then I will do it." Hillary pulls out a shotgun. "Goodbye Barack!"
"I just want to be president so bad. I want to be president right now." Hillary said.
"Well, I have the job for now, but I am sure you will get in with the next election. Nothing to worry about I am sure." Obama stretched back in his chair.
"Barry, Bill says that all presidents kill people on the way to the white house. Is that true?"
"Of course. I killed dozens of people. I use some of the best assassins in the world. Do you need a reference?" Obama leaned forward.
"No, I think we have it covered. But I think recently maybe we have overstepped our bounds." Hillary looked at the floor.
"How is that?"
"Well, we had Kim Jong Il killed."
"What the fuck? You killed Kim? Oh well, I was almost there myself. I guess you saved the American taxpayer another assassin fee."
"Yeah, but the problem is the guy we used. He seems to be different than most of them. You see, we have some intel that says he died in New Orleans the day before he killed Kim Jong in North Korea. So, of course we wonder how he could literally be in two places at once."
"Oh, that's no problem. Richard Pryor doubled for me at some campaign events several years ago."
"Richard Pryor? Isn't he dead?"
"Well, he was not in 2007."
"Got it. Hey, can I sit in your chair for a minute? Just to see what it feels like?" Hillary motioned to Barack's desk.
"Sure, enjoy." Barack got up and stood aside as Hillary sat down.
"Wow, feels perfect! Is this how it felt Bill?" Bill Clinton steps out of the shadows and Barack expresses surprise.
"Uh, hey Bill, did not see you there. Would you like a drink? Or a blowjob? The interns have gotten hotter since you were in office."
"Wow...that sounds..." Bill is cut off.
"Get over it Bill. Kill him already."
"But Hill...he is such a nice guy!"
"Then I will do it." Hillary pulls out a shotgun. "Goodbye Barack!"