“George Bush does not care about Black people,” Joe said confidently. “Look at his handling of the hurricane in Iran! Shameful! Disgraceful! We can not allow The War on Terror to become a forever war against New Orleans! The Forever War is a book I have not read. We could not afford a prolonged withdrawal from Vietnam, so we will stay that until Every Armenian Is Home Safe!”

“Just sit down, Mr. President,” Jen said, trying to herd him toward the desk.

“Jesus,” Finnegan said, “Look at his fucking pupils! His iris is gone. How much did you give him?!?”

“I’m told I can’t take any questions,” Joe said and began to fondle Jen’s right breast.

“You’ve got to get him to stop saying that,” Jen told Finnegan.

“You’re the one that said he couldn’t take any questions!”

“Oh, I’m not supposed to talk about that,” Joe said. Jen used her breasts to back him into his desk chair and he sat down heavily.

“You’ve got the best strawberries,” he said to Jen, reaching out for her breasts. “Red and juicy and scaled in black seeds.”

“Yes, Mr. President,” Jen said. She crossed her arms and backed away.

“What the fuck is going on in here?!?” Dr. Jill Biden demanded as she entered the Oval Office.

“Dr. Grandma!” Finnegan said, scuttling toward her for a hug.

Dr. Jill Biden stopped her with a raised hand. “There’s no time for sentimentality, Finny.” She walked over to Joe and took his head in her hands.

“Hello, dear,” he said. “I just won the war.”

Dr. Jill Biden pulled a penlight out of her floral blazer and stabbed light into Joe’s eyes, flicking the light away in intervals.

“There’s no pupilarial response,” she gasped. She pressed two fingers to the carotid artery in his neck. “And his pulse is sky-high.”

“Dr. Ma’am,” Jen said.

“You, shut up,” Dr. Jill Biden said, stabbing the penlight at her.

She turned to Finnegan when Jen shrank away. “We need to get him in the pod, Finnegan.”

“The pod? Now? There’s just so much going on.”

“I have to airlift out the citizens of Galveston!” Joe screamed, going rigid, shaking, then falling back into his chair.

“Saline!” Dr. Jill Biden shouted. “And someone lactate some ringers STAT!”

“Major,” Joe moaned, his eyes staring. “Major!”

“He’s in Delaware, Grandpa,” Finnegan said.

“The Secret Service is trying to kill me!” Joe screamed. “MAJOR!”

“No one is trying to kill you, Grandpa,” Finnegan said, petting his head and scratching lightly behind his ears.

“Where is that orderly!” Dr. Jill Biden screamed and ran out of the Oval Office.

Finnegan saw Joe’s eyes swim back into focus as they stopped darting around the room.

“You’re the only one I trust, Nelly,” he whispered to Finnegan as the light went out in his eyes.

“Dr. Grandma!” Finnegan screamed. “Grandpa’s died again!”

“STAT!” Dr. Jill Biden yelled back. “STAT!”