Romney: Hey boys, I’m back. It’s a G-Thing.
Fehrn: Nice to see you, sir.
Romney: It’s a G-Thing.
Fehrn: What is?
Romney: (He makes a gesture toward everything.)
Fehrn: Sir, I don’t think it is a G-Thing. First of all it’s ‘Thang.’ But, notwithstanding, I don’t think we want to associate ourselves with that concept. ‘G’ stands for Guy. That won’t go over well with women.
Romney: No? Well, Fe-hrn, for once you’re right. From now on, it’s an ‘R’ Thing. As in M. Rizzle, the name you will use for me henceforth. You want to hear some of it?
M. Rizzle: OK, give me a beat.
Adviser 1: A what?
M. Rizzle: Clap.
(M. Rizzle claps. Adviser 1 claps, reluctantly.)
Name? Rizzle. Game, dominizzle.
Cross me now? No nepotizzle.
… Yeah! (M. Rizzle pumps his fist, shakes his head enthusiastically.) Yeah? Now, that’s an internal one. A little chin music for intra-party gripers. But, OK, now, instead of clapping, you, over there. Snap your fingers this time. Like this. (Advisor 2 looks at him while he snaps.)
Originally published at www.EagleBreath.com. Fake Romney 2012 Campaign coverage, from the dais to the dog.