Aide; "Mr. President, you just told them to 'Press's the Red Button!' The city of Kosicgrad is a pile of ashes."
P.O.T.U.S; "did I? I though I said 'Press the red bunting.' You know, for the BBQ on. Sunday. And send my regrets to all those unfortunate people... all those outside of a fifty mile radius. No let's send 'em some BBQ instead, do these glasses make me look ineffectual?"
Aide; "You mean intellectual."
P.O.T.U.S; "Yeah, that too."
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