Discussions 7 (The Last One)
(We see a general man in a grey power suit step up to the podium, with
the blue "Oval Office" sign hanging in the background. It�s the Press
room where some member of the President has discussions with the assumed
liberal leaning backstabbers we lovingly call the press.)
Man 1: And now, here�s the President of the United States. (The press
corp stands at attention as a whitish bunny with a very, very happy
smile hops up to the podium. The press clamour to the President to get
his attention. He turns to one very old woman in the front.)
Woman 1: President Mokona, how do you respond to allegations that you�ve
been having affairs with various women, and that some of them have even
been gifts from other nations?
Mokona: Pu, pu, puuu...
Woman 1: Really? And your wife doesn�t mind?
Mokona; Pu, pu, pupupupu...
(Man 1 bumps in.)
Man 1: Um, I think it�s safe to assume that what happens between a man,
his wife, and several other women should be kept private and
confidential. (Mokona pushes the man aside. He points to another man.)
Man 2: And what about threats from China that if the United States keeps
butting into Chinese internal affairs, it will attack the United States?
Mokona: Pu, pupupupupu. PU pu pupu pu pu pu. Pu pu? (The press audience
gasp. Another woman, this one very young stands up.)
Woman 2: B-b-but nuclear war? You really want us to go into a nuclear
battle with the Chinese?
Mokona: Pu, pu pu pu.
Man 2 (standing up): You mean we�ve already have?
Mokona: Pu, pupu pupupupu. Pu pupupupupu pu.
Woman 1 (screaming): What do you mean they�ve sent over their Amazon
Nuclear Bonbori Missiles? H-h-h-ow could this have happened? And why
weren�t we not notified about that?
Mokona: Pu, pupu pu pu. (A satellite picture movie displays the Chinese
missiles being launched all over China and somehow making a huge steep
dive towards Tokyo.) Pu pu pu pu pu puuu. Puuu?
(The press starts to grumble among itself. Another man stands up, this
time Sam Donaldson.)
Sam: How dare you insinuate that we in the press only care about
domestic affairs? Why, we only give what the American people want and
they only want what affects them. Period. End of Story. (Mokona�s pointy
point on his head lights up and a huge anvil appears over Sam
Donaldson�s head. The anvil falls and crushes him, through the floor. We
hear a sound of splashing water.)
Mokona: Pu, pu pu pu? (The press corp is now very quiet.) Pu. Pu pu pu
pupupu. (He starts to leave. The press start to clamour him for some
more questions. He comes back and pulls a cord. A huge trap door opens
up and the press falls through it. As the trap door closes and we hear
sounds of press people screaming and sounds of alligators snapping the
first man looks at President Mokona.
Man 1: Um, sir, are you sure about that trap door?
Mokona: Pu, pupu pu.
Man 1: OH, you�re having the press room being transformed back to a
swimming pool, like it was during FDR�s time?
Mokona: Puuu.
Man 1: Ssso...where will the next batch of reporters meet? (Mokona
doesn�t get to answer as the trap door lurches inward and the Press
Secretary falls in it. Mokona grins and hops his way out of the door.)