…later that same night…

Sarah is seething. How dare Barack snub John?

I know what you’re thinking. “Did he fire six shots or only five?” Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?


Yeah, they’re water pistols.

Relaxing after everyone had gone home and Barack safely tucked into his vroom vroom bed [shaped like a car]:

The next day everyone feels the late night; though Barack rides off to high school on the bus as usual, Sarah goes home to see Todd and the kids.

John flies off to a nearby camp at the behest of President Bush. Seems this is a secret camp that has drawn on troops from every branch of the service to fill its ranks. The best of the best are there, and John needs to be on site to look them over. He doesn’t hesitate.

“You’re right; it wasn’t about oil. I’m glad you got that.”

“You like me? You really, really like me?”

John has such a good time at the camp with the guys he would rather do manual labor than leave.

Next time: Sarah at home with Todd and the kids.