President George W. Bush shuffles across the kitchen floor in a pair of well-worn slippers and a Ralph Lauren dressing gown open at the front to reveal his favourite blue silk pyjamas with the battleship motif, Lauras favourites.
Laura, wheres the milk baby?
Right there in the ice box GW.
No it aint baby. I cant see no milk.
Laura sweeps into the room in a tight-fitting power suit with red scarf. Shes fixing her earrings.
There George! Right in front of your eyes. Whats that?
Oh yeah! Theres the little sucker. Couldnt see that from where I was standing.
I have to rush George. I have a breakfast meeting with Condy.
You two in love or something? Sure do spend a lot of time with Condy.
Oh dont be silly George. Shes black.
Donald Rumsfeld enters wearing flannel pyjamas and furiously working an electric shaver on his stubbly face.
You off Laura?
Yes Don. Im gonna leave you boys with George. Hes fixing you some breakfast.
Whats on the menu Chief?
Got a little surprise for ya Don. Family recipe. Want some coffee? Help yourself.
Laura kisses George on the cheek.
What about me?
Oh Don, youre so predictable.
Laura pecks Don, picks up her bag and heads for the door.
George, theres chicken in the freezer. Please take it out to thaw.
Sure will babydoll.
Oh hello Al. The boys are in the kitchen. Youre just in time for breakfast.
Laura shuts the door behind her as Al Gonzalez enters carrying a package.
You are one lucky sonofabitch GW. Shes one in a million.
You should see her with her clothes off man.
The three men shriek with laughter.
Hey, its the Attorney General. Give me five man.
Hey Mr P, Don
George this package was on the front door step. Addressed to you.
Muchas gracias compadre. Give it over here. Don get over here and beat these eggs. Someone get me a beer will ya. Suns up for fucks sake.
President Bush puts on his reading glasses and inspects the package.
What the fucks this piece of shit? I cant read Al whats this?
Gonzalez inspects the package.
Thats your name George. The package is addressed to you.
Oh. I knew that.Lets see who its from
Ohhhh.
His eyes widen.
Its from I-ran
I-ran?
I-ran?
I-ran
Jesus fuck dont open that sucker George. Might be a bomb in there.
Ill get security.
No, you cant do that Don. It says Private and Confidential. Im the only one who can open it.
Okay, okay but dont blame me if it blows your head off.
He wont have a head to do the blamin, Don, so youre safe.
President Bush carefully unwraps the package while Don and Al shelter behind a sofa. Inside the post bag is an elaborately bound envelope, also addressed to the President.
Sure is nice wrappin boys.
Turn the envelope over George. Whos it from?
He inspects the back of the envelope.
Its says its from Mmmahood Ahma.. oh Jesus fuck help me out here Al.
Don beat those goddamn eggs before we all starve to death.
Its from Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, President of Iran. George we havent had a letter from I-ran since 1979 when the Shah was overthrown.
He was a good family friend.
God rest his soul.
Jesus Christ hes sent me the Old Testament. Look at the size of this fucker.
Seventeen pages.
Who writes a seventeen page letter?
Nice hand writing.
Mmmm.
Dear President Bush
I am writing to you to offer the hand of peace
Blah blah blah
Hes just foxin George. He wants to build the bomb man. The bomb.
I know, I know Don. Im not fallin for any sweet talkin. Get the flour out man and put a cup of that with those eggs and beat man, beat.
Don obeys. Al grabs the letter and scans it.
He says the nuclear program is only for power generation.
Uproarious laughter.
He says hes sorry about all the mean things he said about destroying Israel and that hed had a fight with his wife that morning and thats why he said it.
Hey I know where hes comin from there.
Chuckles all round.
He says that we have the worlds largest stockpile of nuclear weapons.
That true Don? No-one told me that.
We do GW, thats true.
Why aint we usin the fuckers?
Well George
He says I-ran reserves the right to its sovereign independence.
Don hand me down that waffle iron man and plug the mother in for me will ya.
Looks good George.
Oh yeah brother, its good. Got some maple syrup.
Canadian?
Who?
He says I-ran will defend its territorial borders with I-raq.
From Canada. Up north.
Oh yeah, I know what youre sayin.
He says, we should back off Hamas and allow the Palestinian people to determine their own state.
Hey we want democracy in Palestine.
They have democracy in Palestine George. The Palestinian people elected the Hamas government.
Well they got it wrong Al. Its not the kind of democracy Im talkin about.
He says, we have more weapons of mass destruction than anyone else and that we should promise not to increase our stockpiles or develop new technologies to be used against his people.
Jesus Christ does he want my ass too?
Laughter.
This is one long letter George. I think hes trying to do a deal with us.
Ill tell you the only deal Im doin. Im dealin you boys Mother Bushs genuine, homemade waffles and maple syrup.
Canadian?
No boy. Texan. One hundred percent Texan.
Chow down.
What about this letter George?
Mark it down Not At This Address and Ill give it to Laura to post tomorrow.
Adapted for performance by Barbara Campbell from a story by Boris Kelly.