“See Dick run. Run, Dick, run!” ** [whispered] “Mr. President, America is under attack.” “See Spot run. Run, Spot, run**!” *Whaaa? Under attack? Shit. Fuck. I better I better get on the horn, see if * **“See Jane run. Run, Jane, run!” ** *see what’s happening. I should probably * **“Jane has a ball. A big red ball.” ** *probably find out if there are any other planes off * **“Throw the ball, Jane!” ** *off course, off radar. See what the status is. Hell, I should probably at least at least * **“Yes, Jane, throw the ball to Spot!” ** look like I’m on top of the situation. Photo op, red phone, The Briefcase. But **“Catch the ball Spot!” ** *but no, wait, these kids, if I quit reading, they’ll freak. But maybe if I pause, and smile, and hand * **“See Spot run for the ball. Run, Spot, run!” ** *and hand the book to their teacher, and you know, act all presidential and shit, say * **“See Spot get the ball.” ** *say, Thanks for having me kids, but I gotta get back to the White House, gotta meeting, Queen of England or something, that won’t freak em out, right? Aw man * **“Good Spot, good dog!” ** *aw man, gotta do something. Gotta get to the bunker, right? Isn’t there a bunker? Gotta * **“Give the ball to Dick, Spot!” ** *gotta make sure we got all our shit together, if this attack, this attack * **“Run to Dick, Spot, give the ball to Dick!” ** *wait, I don’t even know what’s going on yet. I should at least get to a briefing, something, then somebody’ll * **“Get the ball, Dick, get the ball from Spot!” ** *sombody’ll tell me what to do. * **“Oh no! Dick dropped the ball! See Dick drop the ball!” **