The Rove head opens his mouth to speak. Suddenly he is interrupted by a stranger bursting through the door. A cretinous man, vulgar, odiferous and staggering about, ambulating with the shambling gait of a gorilla makes his way into the room. He tries to speak, but instead belches loudly, releasing a little vomit from the corner of his mouth.
"I yam Gorrg Busshhh," his speech is muttered and unintelligible but he continues, "I yam Goooorgg Bushish."
"Yo, home, you drunk or sumtin'?" Lil inquires.
The hideous man shakes his head wildly as to indicate no, his fifthly dreadlocks flap from side to side, dandruff falling about.
"Noooo, I yam Gorge Bus!!!"
Jenna hides behind her scantily attired Secretary of State.
"Brittany, do something!"
Brittany's eyes are open wide, she is holding her nose to fend off the stench.
"Uh, isn't that your job Romeo? Secretary of Defense, defend us!"
Romeo looks toward The Rove Head, "Great Rovie, what the s*%t do we do now?"
The face of the mighty Rover head is now grimaced and it is clear the great one is annoyed. Again the ground trembles.
"Approach, foul stranger! Come before the great Karl Rove!"
The odd man titubates forward. Again he says only "I am Gooorg Bushes".
"What blasphemy you speak, there is no way one of your ilk would be someone as great as George Bush!" The Rove Head's jar is starting to shake with anger.
"I am Gooorg Bush!"
The stranger is adamant about his existence, in his frustration he flails his arms about like a lunatic and knocks the The Rove Head to the floor. The jar shatters, shards of glass get caught in Secretary Spears' hair.
"Oh gross, get it out!", Brittany cries.
The Rove head begins to turn a shade of white, slightly more pale than before. It mutters, "Put me in a jar of vodka now!"
Lil, already sensing the danger, has darted out of the room and to the bar.
"Dayum, yo! I don't need this shit!"
He fumbles through several half empty bottles and grabs the Grey Goose vodka. He hears a muffled cry from in the cabinet.
"Hey buddy, maybe I can help."
"Who said that?" Lil is a bit surprised and thinks the buzz from his early morning smoke is beginning to fade.
"It's me, you bluderbuss, behind the Chivas, Old Rummy!"
"Yo! Don! How'd you get in here?"
"I've been here for years," Old Rummy says. "Jenna shoved me in the liquor cabinet during a really bad bender years ago and forgot about me."
Without flinching, Lil grabs Old Rummy and the Grey Goose; then heads back to situation room. In the situation room, the odd stranger more adamant than before states his case.
"I-I-I-I yam Gurge Bus..." He belches again.
Jenna, getting frustrated, slaps the stranger in the face. "Stop, like, pretending to be my family, you gross idiot!"
With just enough composure to be respectful the drunken man does not strike back, but pulls a photo out of his ragged breast pocket and hands it to Jenna, his hand shaking as he bows slightly in reverence to the. Brittany snatches the photo from his filthy hands.
"Oh mah God! Miss President, look at this..."
They look at each other in utter dismay and shock.
Lil bursts through the door. "Yo! Look what I found." He brandishes the Old Rummy bottle.
"Secretary Romeo, this is not time for a daquiri! Besides, I don't have a blender!" Jenna cries.
"No, Miss Prez, it's Donald Rumsfeld! In his bottle!"
"Oh wow! There you are Old Rummy, I've been wondering what happened to you!" Jenna grabs the Old Rummy bottle and places it on the altar.
"Quick," Old Rummy yells, "Get Karl back in the bottle of vodka before he is evaporates."
"I am George Bushie!" The stranger yells and flails his arms again.
"Shut that biyatch up!" Lil demands as he grabs the Rove Head and forces it into the bottle of vodka.
"Put me back on the altar!" The Rove head screamed.
The Rove head is clearly perplexed and annoyed at the current events transpiring in the situation room.
"How have you been, Old Rummy?" The Rove head, now back in place asks his contemporary.
"Well, Karl, they put me in the liquor cabinet, I've been there for years." Old Rummy whines.
"I know, Don, this is a difficult group to manage," The Rove head says then turns his attention to Brittany and Jenna as they look at the photo.
"Bring the photo to me, and the stranger!" The Rove head demands.
Jenna reluctantly shows the photo to the Rove Head and Old Rummy as Lil drags the stranger to the altar.
"Its just as I feared," said the Rove Head, "it's George with Condi Rice. I heard him tell me once that they had relations."
Old Rummy held back his urge to vomit. "Are you sure, maybe this is a fake."
"No, old friend," said the Rove head. "I am afraid it's true. Just look at this vulgar picture. They are in bed together, what else could that mean?"
"Like, maybe they were having a slumber party," Jenna proffers.
"Silence, Jenna!" The Rove Head booms. "Take a stranger to the Cheney (formerly Lincoln) bedroom. Get him cleaned up and sober then bring him back to me. Now all of you go, and give Old Rummy and I a chance to catch up."
"Yes, great Rove Head!" Lil offers as he grabs the now stunned Brittany and Jenna by the arms. "Let's go ladies, and you too drunken ho!"