And, moreover, time was running out; they had 1 minute 39 seconds to complete the announcement.
Connie beat sense into the sparring couple, and said that the song to which they would announce the news would be 'They can't take that away from me;' Michael would do bass and Montel alto.
Giovanni came into the living room of the beach house after having been out on the beach trying, for the most part successfully, to avoid Michael Jackson's overtures for the past half hour.
Gio stumblingly ran onto the conspirators' stage, pursued by Michael Jackson who was shouting 'I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it;' the announcement was fast becoming a joke, so Michael Moore decided to stall it for a day: yet, the crowd were restless, so, desperately, he called up Al Gore to do a comic routine with him, thinking that the crowd would be amused by their names' rhyming.
Upset, Michael Moore bit the bullet and told of the seperatists' plans; they would bend Dubya's golf-clubs until he, not knowing that there were shops that sold new ones, conceded the presidency to them: yet, Giovanni had a better idea.
Giovanni began passing around his tube of gold body paint.
'If this is not a way to pass on love, not war, I don't know what is,' said Giovanni; meanwhile, Bush was watching the golden masses on TV, impressed with their 'shininess.'
Like any child of one, he loved bright, shiny objects.
He wanted to be like the magic, shining men, and left the White House trying to make himself gold.
None of the characters above...self-absorbed as they are in their own egos... realize it but today, at about 11:45 am, Billy Hero signed a piece of paper;
One signature, without cameras or partying or gilding, and Billy Hero signed his name and he became a US Marine. Take care, Billy Hero.
Back to the reveling.
A chorus, which had assembled in the White House in the absence of Dubya, started praising Billy Hero with song and dance.
Rumsfeld burst out with a stirring rendition of "you're in the the Army now, you're in the Army..." until an aide whispered in his ear that the Marines are part of the Navy to which Rumsfeld responded: "Really, I didn't know that" and started singing Anchors Away.
At that point, the two hundred members of the San Francisco chapter of the gay men's choir filed into the room, looking dashing and dapper in their impeccably pressed navy uniforms, and began singing backup in honor of Billy Hero, who was moved to tears.
Well-attired waiters began passing around elongated sandwiches and a selection of liquid refreshments.
Cheney subsequently lost all his discretion, and started a little ditty about Nader.
The gay chorus then joined in, substituting the word "Dubya" for "Nader," which so angered Cheney that he had another heart attack on the spot.
Is this phase one to lumpy gravy ? said FZ
One of the well-attired waitresses immediately started CPR, while another (actually a Dubya bodyguard in drag) got onto the phone to CIA headquarters.
'We got a nine-twelve, a six-seventeen, and some margharita pizza.'
