Leo flipped a page and got the feeling that someone was watching him. He looked up and saw Charlie lurking in his doorway. "Hey, Charlie," Leo said, kindly.

"Hi, Leo," Charlie replied, gloomy. Leo frowned.

"Charlie? Is something wrong?

Tentatively, Charlie stepped into Leo's office. "I've done something bad."

Leo's frown deepened. "What is it?"

"I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't…"

"What?"

He let out a sigh. "There's…this game. It's called Snood."

Leo rolled his eyes. "It's a light day. It's okay if you were goofing off."

"I know. But…then the President came back."

"Honestly, there's still nothing going on," Leo assured him. "The President isn't doing anything either."

"Oh, he's doing something."

Leo froze. "Charlie, tell me the President isn't playing this game."

Charlie bowed his head, ashamed. "He just wandered out of the office, and it was on my screen, and he didn't have anything to do, so he was asking about it. And I tried to tell him he wouldn't like it, but…he was so insistent." Leo quietly absorbed what he was saying. "He's been at it for about an hour and a half now, and…I don't know what to do."

Leo finally recovered. "Are you telling me that the President of the United States, for the past hour and a half, has been at his aide's desk, playing a computer game?"

"Well…no. He moved my laptop into the Oval Office."

"Oh, that's much better," Leo muttered.

"There's more," Charlie said softly.

"There's more?"

"The game is Shareware." Leo shot Charlie an annoyed look, and Charlie quickly explained. "It's like a trial. You play it, and eventually these…poems pop up, asking you to pay for it. So, the President saw these poems…"

"Oh, God no," Leo muttered.

"…and he got it in his head that he has to pay for this." Charlie sighed. "I've been telling him that he can't, that it will look horrible, but…you know how he is."

Leo sighed. "Yes, I do."

"So I came to get you."

Leo pushed himself out of his chair. "You did the right thing, Charlie." He walked into the Oval Office, Charlie slowly following. "Good evening, Mr. President."

"Leo, you've got to look at this game," the President said excitedly.

"I think it's better if I don't, sir."

The President looked up and saw Leo's serious face and Charlie lurking in the background. "You ratted me out?" he asked Charlie.

"He did what he was supposed to," Leo answered.

"He told on me, like a tattletale, running to teacher."

"You really want to discuss maturity while you're playing a video game?"

"Leo! It's not just some children's game. It's wonderful."

Leo looked over at Charlie, who shrugged. "It is a good game," he said quietly.

"Leo, seriously," the President said, "what is the problem if I happen to, while there is nothing that I need to be doing, no official business of any kind, what is the problem if I spend some time playing this game?"

"There's no problem, sir, unless someone happens to find out about it, which they will if you write a check."

"That's what this is about? You don't want me to register?"

Leo nodded. "You absolutely cannot register."

"I have to!"

"No, you don't, sir."

"Yes I do. It said, right here, registering is my civic duty."

"I think that you're fulfilling your civic duty by being President, don't you, sir?"

"Leo, this man, this Dave, he has come up with an idea and invented this game and is trying to make a living off of his invention. This is what America is about! It's creativity and entrepreneurship and a free market, and we should be celebrating him, not exploiting him! What could be wrong with the President publicly supporting this man who is trying to live out the American dream?"

"Well, it won't be seen that way, it'll be seen as the President goofing off and playing computer games when he should be running the country."

"Oh, that's ridiculous," the President dismissed.

"Many things are, Mr. President, but that is the world we live in."

"And isn't it our job to change that world, not accept it?"

Leo rolled his eyes. "This is where you want to make a great change? This is the legacy you want to leave, the wise Josiah Bartlet, who secured everyone's right to play a video game while they're working?"

The President was quiet for a moment. "Leo, if you play the game—"

Leo turned on his heel. "Charlie, where'd you find this thing?"

"Sam told me. He said he saw CJ and Donna playing it."

Leo glowered. "Get the word out. Anyone who knows what this stupid thing is should be in the Oval Office in fifteen minutes." Charlie nodded, and Leo turned back to the President. He was playing the game again. "And take that damn computer away from him!"