"Oh...dear leader...I have failed you..." North Korean official laments.
"Sir...phone for you..."
"Cannot you see, idiot, me deep in sorry...dear leader..." More crying.
"It is the White House, sir." The attendant speaks in perfect English.
"White house? Well, why didn't you say so..." suddenly the English is perfect. The attendant hands him the phone. "Mr. Obama...yes...happy...uh..."
"What's going on sir?"
"Apparently President Obama is dead."
"What? Just now?"
"No, five minutes ago."
"Why is he calling us?"
"Apparently to warn of an assassin..."
"What are you going to tell him?"
"I cannot tell him anything." The official realizes he is still on the phone. "Yes sir, thank you for the warning."
"So since when do we get warnings from the White House for anything?" Suddenly a door opens. Kim Jong Il the father walks in.
"My God!" the attendants shout.
"I am back. I had to go away for a little while. But apparently my son could not handle the job so here I am."
The henchmen prostrate themselves.
"Sir...phone for you..."
"Cannot you see, idiot, me deep in sorry...dear leader..." More crying.
"It is the White House, sir." The attendant speaks in perfect English.
"White house? Well, why didn't you say so..." suddenly the English is perfect. The attendant hands him the phone. "Mr. Obama...yes...happy...uh..."
"What's going on sir?"
"Apparently President Obama is dead."
"What? Just now?"
"No, five minutes ago."
"Why is he calling us?"
"Apparently to warn of an assassin..."
"What are you going to tell him?"
"I cannot tell him anything." The official realizes he is still on the phone. "Yes sir, thank you for the warning."
"So since when do we get warnings from the White House for anything?" Suddenly a door opens. Kim Jong Il the father walks in.
"My God!" the attendants shout.
"I am back. I had to go away for a little while. But apparently my son could not handle the job so here I am."
The henchmen prostrate themselves.