— We look great in this inauguration photo, Mr. President! Can you just do me a small favor and have the media guys edit out the bunny ears you’re doing behind my head?

— Sir, the war is getting extre—-woah, noogie monster, you got me!—-but seriously, the death toll is astronomica—-okay, it doesn’t work if I see you coming.

— Yeah, boss, you’re right, you do look like a ninja! Could I have my tie back now though?

— Nice one! Okay, maybe we should take those beer cans down from the roof and give the secret service guy his gun back now. No, please don’t tell him it was my idea.

— Mmhmm sir…I’m a bit busy with this briefing—oh, I bet your form is great, I just can’t watch your push-ups right no—-wow, okay, nice ones…alright, take care—-oh, again?

— Mr. President, my wife just received a bomb threat to our hous—-ahh, you! Crazy guy! Please stop doing that, though.

— You’re not going to get me to say anything. I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Of course I’m not gay! Okay, okay, fine. That British chick is pretty hot. Anyways—-so sorry we cut you off, Madam Prime Minister.

— Thanks for the beer, sir. I know you like to bust my balls, but it’s cool that we can just hang out like this, as friends. Haha. Why are you laughing? Wait. No. No! You told me you didn’t piss in this one!