Porky's pissed off

Karl was peeved, to say the fucking least, when we told him he had to pretend to give up some power. He stamped his fat feet and jumped up and down and then landed on his ass in front of Air Force One. He's a pouter, that one. I don't know what the fuck he's all upset about. Somebody's got to take the fall--and it sure as fuck ain't gonna be me. And Junior Genius can't do it. He doesn't even know what we're talking about, most of the time. And it's not like Karl is actually going anywhere. He's still in the White House, right next door to me, and we can still run the country, just like always. Get a grip, Pudgeboy. And get out of the way of the fucking plane.