CHAPTER 6: MEANING OF LIFE, PART 2
As all manners of work and scientific activities took place at the sky-high scientific facility of Fenton City without end, less scientific matters currently take priority for the young married couple of Danny and Sam, the two youngest members of the Fenton family.
The latter had escorted her husband to a large room referred to around the city as the Scare Room, a training facility for the family to shape up their ghost-hunting skills and test new equipment before use in the field. After entering the Scare Room, Sam took to selecting a pair of ectoplasmic pistols not too dissimilar from her own, but repurposed for training purposes as not to harm another.
Not understanding his wife's sudden desire to train, Danny inquired her about her decision, trying to find an answer to the strange choice in activity.
"This is what you needed me for? You wanted to train all of a sudden?" Danny asked.
"Yep. You cheated me out of some good ghost action last night, hogging all the fight like that. I wanted to get in on the fun." Sam said.
"I thought I gave you plenty of 'ghost action' last night. So much that you and I passed right out on the grass."
"You know what I mean. Ghost hunting's always been my favorite part of the job, and I never get to do much of that anymore."
"I can't help it if I'm too good at my job. At least the world's a safer place now because of us."
"But a safe world's no fun if there's no problems to solve. We all need a bit of danger to keep us alive."
Sam then took a pair of power-dampening gauntlets from a nearby counter of weapons, handing them off to Danny.
"Here. Glove up." Sam said.
"Mom fix them right this time?" Danny asked.
"Yep. With these things on, you couldn't hurt a fly."
Danny placed the gauntlets on his hands, allowing the devices to subsidize his ectoplasmic blasts to a non-lethal burst, making him unable to harm Sam.
"Do we really have to do train right now, though? Maybe we could find what crappy horror movies are on rerun." Danny said.
"Tempting... but I've got a better idea. Since it's just you and me training this time, I figure we could make it more... interesting." Sam said.
"Oh, yeah? What's your idea of 'interesting'?"
"Well, you've heard of Strip Poker, how about 'Strip Ghost Hunting Training'?"
Danny raised an eyebrow to the thought provoked by Sam, accompanied by an aroused smile.
"I'm listening." Danny said.
"Anytime you hit me, I have to take something off. Everytime I hit you, you have to take something off."
"Well, then, that puts you at a bit of an unfair advantage. I've got 5 things to take off, you've got 6. You should take something off now and make it fair."
"Okay. But since you brought up advantages..."
Moving to remove an article of clothing from her body to even the odds of the game, Sam's hands proceeded to move down, subverting Danny's expectation of seeing her remove her jacket. Reaching up into her skirt, her hands returned from the journey with a pair of panties in her hands, carelessly tossing them away.
"...I might take advantage of one." Sam said.
"I don't see how that's supposed to be an advantage for you." Danny said.
"Oh, you'll see. You ready?"
"When you are."
Stepping to a computer terminal, Sam activated it to summon M.I.S.T.E.R., activating their training program.
"M.I.S.T.E.R., run Training Simulation Level 1. Set timer for 5 minutes." Sam said.
"As you wish, Miss Samantha." M.I.S.T.E.R. replied.
Following his given orders, M.I.S.T.E.R. began rearranging the shape of the Scare Room to set the stage for a training exercise, setting up various obstacles and barriers to set the ground for a firefight. Carrying her weapons with her, Sam moved to one end of the room, where Danny took the opposite side.
Sam set the safety off her pistols, leading Danny to respond by charging up ectoplasmic energy in his fists; both ready to fight and train together. Looking at one another as they stood ready to battle, they share no looks of maliciousness or evil, but instead share competitive smiles, looking to this exercise as an opportunity for them to have fun together.
With the training room and combatants ready, there laid only the task of beginning the match, which M.I.S.T.E.R. took to announcing.
"3... 2... 1... GO!" M.I.S.T.E.R. said.
[Soundtrack Cue: KMFDM - Lust; Starting from 0:24]
Raising their respective weapons towards one another, Danny and Sam began firing at each other, each intent on landing a hit on one another. Simultaneously trying to avoid each other's hits, the two ran for cover, trying to avoid any strikes and ensure their clothing would remain on their bodies.
However, directly in the beginning of the match, that goal had come to its first challenge when Sam had taken a hit right in the beginning, feeling a sensation something between a tickle and a squeeze. Knowing that she had been hit, the appropriate response called for her first article of clothing to be removed, leading her to start with her jacket.
Removing the jacket from her sleeves, she held it in her hands, preparing to use it for her next move in the fight.
"Got one right off the bat!" Danny said.
"Yet another reason why I need more training time. You always do too good a job." Sam said.
"And now I get a reward for my work, don't I?"
"Yeah, you do... but I'm getting one soon, too!"
Stepping out from cover with her jacket, Sam waited to see Danny appear, preparing to use her discarded clothing to her advantage. Just as she had hoped, Danny came out from his cover, raising his hand to prepare another ectoplasmic blast to see another article of clothing removed.
In trying to see more articles of clothing begone from his wife, he soon found the one he had victoriously removed thrown up towards him, forcing him to phase through the object and not be netted down by it. Just as planned by Sam, his split-second decision of continuing to stay in the air allowed her a chance to land a shot in Danny, which she quickly fired into him.
Feeling the same sensation that Sam felt from the nonlethal ectoplasmic blast, Danny took the hit, forcing him to remove an article of clothing. As he lamented over the hit, the Scare Room began to reset around him, making new placements of obstacles for the two to maneuver around.
Sam took shelter behind one of said obstacles, making a new place for herself to prepare for the next attack.
"That puts us even now! What's gonna be first?" Sam asked.
"Well, since you've been a bad, bad girl, it looks like I'm gonna have to take off my belt and give you a punishment." Danny said.
"Then don't just talk about it! Be a man and do it!"
Giving into the flirt with a smile, Danny concentrated his thoughts to the immaterial belt around his waist, part of his ghost form and costume. Beginning to change to self-image he displayed, the belt dissipated, 'removing' the first article of 'clothing' on his body.
Putting himself back in the fight, Danny flew towards Sam's last position, quickly finding his wife hiding behind a small barrier with her pistols still in hand. Raising his hand towards her to fire another shot, he became caught in both Sam's eyes and crosshairs, putting them both to another shootout.
Moving behind another piece of cover to avoid the suppressed hellfire, Sam continued running down between barrier to barrier, firing off her pistols in hopes of landing a shot at her aerial target while avoiding the incoming fire of said target heading towards her.
Alas, despite her strategy, she once again felt a hit taken, leading her to flinch at the shot. Moving to another piece of cover at last, she took to removing her shoes next.
"That puts me one point up again! What'll it be this time?" Danny asked.
"Shoes. Now you get to see my little piggies while we fight." Sam said.
Preparing to lead a sneak attack on Sam, Danny phased his face through her barricade, responding to her comment with a joke.
"And are you gonna go 'wee-wee-wee-wee-wee' all the way home?" Danny asked.
Sam responded by aiming one of her pistols to his face, landing yet another hit by taking advantage of his opportunity for a quip. Reacting to the hit slightly less pleasantly than the rest, Danny was forced to retreat further back in the Scare Room to recover from his shot.
To add to his troubles, time began to run short into the match, with M.I.S.T.E.R. announcing the last minute.
"1 minute remaining." M.I.S.T.E.R. said.
Forced to remove yet another piece of clothing, he chose to remove his shoes as well, opting for the easiest article that revealed little, shapeshifting to remove them next.
"Okay, now we both go barefoot." Danny said.
"Good. Now you get to take your wee-wee all the way home." Sam said.
"Ugh. Please never call it that. Not sexy at all."
"Then try and take something off me and we can make it sexy again."
"Done deal."
The scenery once again began to change, creating a new array of obstacles and barricades in the Scare Room. Once again out of cover, Danny and Sam were at odds to fire on one another again, trying to see more clothing removed from one another by way of ectoplamsic energy shot.
Caught in a crossfire of mutual shots like an old western gunfight, the two were forced to find cover once again, unable to effectively multitask keeping fire down on the enemy while making their way to safety. Who would be able to find cover first and avoid the next hit was a question that would be hard to answer...
...but it came by way of Danny, who once again suffered a hit from Sam. No longer focused on making any shots, he flew behind his next cover, stopping to be rid himself of the next article of clothing. Running low on options, he took to removing his shirt, leaving his chest bare.
"That's two in a row! Am I getting better already, or are you just starting to slip?" Sam asked.
As the clock to the match began to come near an end, M.I.S.T.E.R. announced the last half-minute on the clock arriving.
"30 seconds remaining." M.I.S.T.E.R. said.
With little time left on his side, Danny quickly thought of his next means of attack, finding an idea come to his head, and smiling at the prospect that presented itself.
Oh, that does it. You're in for it now. Danny thought.
Phasing himself below the floor, Danny flew directly below Sam's position of cover, preparing to come up behind her in surprise.
"Hey! I asked you a question! Are you starting to get rusty on me?" Sam asked.
Taking advantage of his partial state of nudity, he decided to slowly phase himself from beneath the ground, coming to her by revealing his exposed midriff to her.
Quickly spotting him as was planned, Sam's layup of a shot almost made its way out of her pistol, but a moment of hesitation cost her the chance to fire. Given the sight of Danny's bare chest and its finely-toned shape, her own interest in the male body took precedent and overrode her own focus in the game, leading her to ease her finger from the trigger and not make her shot.
That mistake is what earned her a shot in the chest from Danny, who quickly flew back off after making his hit attack. Forced to remove yet another article of clothing, Sam began to remove her tank top, reducing herself down to a mere two articles before losing the game.
"Now we're even again!" Danny shouted.
The Scare Room began to change once more, followed by the announcement of the last few seconds of time on the clock.
"10 seconds remaining." M.I.S.T.E.R. said.
With the scenery and cover changed yet again, the total amount of coverage came to a minimum, putting Danny and Sam against each other without anything to stand as interruptions against each other. Both only partially dressed and still armed, battle still remained at the forefront of both of their minds, and now left as the only thing to fulfill.
"10... 9..." M.I.S.T.E.R. counted.
Having the advantage of speed on his side, Danny began flying towards Sam to claim his prize, shooting a relentless series of ectoplasmic blasts towards her. Invested into the training session they had set up for each other, and making plenty of ground on their flirtatious spin on the session, he flew forward with full intent on claiming his victory at last.
"8... 7..." M.I.S.T.E.R. counted.
Running to one last piece of cover standing between herself and the onslaught of energy blasts, Sam moved to the final sanctuary in the battlefield, vaulting herself over it and tumbling to the ground. Moving with her tumble, she fell on her back and began sliding back, evading the volley of Danny's blasts in full.
"6... 5..." M.I.S.T.E.R. counted.
Flying over the small obstacle, Danny evaded it without effort, moving past it to find his target helplessly lying down on her back. With his primary target on the ground and at his mercy, victory seemed to be in his hands at last, raising them to charge up a final shot to fire.
"4... 3..." M.I.S.T.E.R. counted.
Using her partial state of disclothing to her advantage, Sam raised her legs into the air and spread them apart, displaying the contents under her skirt in full to the approaching Danny Phantom. With her panties no longer present underneath, the display does not contain a simple viewing of her undergarments, but instead a full show of her genitalia.
The sight is one that Danny is not unfamiliar with, but it is a sight that nonetheless makes him stop in his tracks upon seeing. Feeling his own natural instincts take control of his self, overriding all current priorities and needs at that particular moment in time, his own previous tactic is turned against him, leaving him in a frozen state of intrigue to the advantage of the one showing their private anatomy.
Having Danny still and not moving from his spot nor making any attempts to attack, she takes the chance to strike as it comes to her. Pulling the trigger to his ectoplasmic pistol, she landed a shot clean into Danny's face, sending him falling to the ground from the impact.
It is not the fall to the ground that brings him any hurt, but instead the simple humiliating loss of having his own tactic used on him.
"2... 1... Round over!" M.I.S.T.E.R. said.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
With the training round officially at an end, the Scare Room reset to its default position, placing away any and all obstacles that it once set up. Left inside what was now an empty room, Sam walked up to the defeated Danny, standing over him in a victorious stance that held with it a degree of smugness.
Not amused by his wife's sarcastically superior attitude, he responded with a smirk acknowledging her behavior.
"Told you I'd have my own distraction." Sam said.
"You only had me for a second." Danny said.
"That was all I needed. Now, I did hit you, so I believe that means you owe me a strip."
"Okay, fine. You got me. Here goes the last thing."
Removing the safety gauntlets on his hands, Danny announced his next removal, attempting to make this attempt his final compliance with their game.
"There you go. You win. You took everything from me. Nothing else to see here." Danny said.
"Yeah, right. Pants. Off. Now." Sam said.
His attempt to avoid the final removal of his clothes had failed; the joke managing to get no laughs nor avoid his promise. Using his consciousness to change his self-image one last time, Danny did away with his pants, leaving him with nothing to his form but a pair of underwear.
"That's better. Come here." Sam said.
Leaving both husband and wife in a state of nearly complete disrobe, the time for games had at last come to an end, coming time for a share of intimacy.
Finding a sense of privacy in the comfort of the unoccupied Scare Room, the two spent their time together caressing and kissing one another, placing their bodies as one in an act of love. The removed clothing allowed for skin-to-skin contact, adding to the intimacy that they shared together.
Slowly savoring the warmth and presence of one another's living bodies, they each take their time to remind one another that there is another person that loves them in the deepest way possible and will live with them until the end of time. Forgetting the rest of the world as a whole, the only world these two care for is one another, and they indulge in their world as fully as they can.
Having her fill of intimacy, Sam decided to take the moment to discuss an important issue with Danny; something impacting both of their lives and close to her.
"There's something I've been meaning to ask you. Remember when I told you how good you were with kids earlier?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, what does that have to do with anything?" Danny asked.
"I need to know, how good would you be with kids of our own someday?"
Not expecting such a difficult question so suddenly, Danny stood up from the bed and began to blush and stutter, not immediately ready on how to reply. While he had stared undead interdimensional invaders in the face with no fear, there was truly nothing in his life that measured up to this moment that brought him this level of fear.
"Kids of our own?! Well, I don't know... It'd be a lot of work, a lot of money- Well, okay, let's be honest, money's not really a problem for us, we're richer than Jeff Bezos, but..." Danny stuttered.
After taking a deep breath to collect himself, Danny finally calmed himself enough to continue the conversation.
"Sorry. I guess kids of our own would be kind of nice. But I still have ghost responsibilities to take care of. You'd have to stay home for a long time, but- Hey, why do you ask, anyway?" Danny asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Sam asked.
"I guess not."
"Well, why else would a girl ask her guy this kind of question?"
"I don't know, why?"
Sam laughed at Danny's seemingly clueless outlook on the conversation, not believing he truly had no idea of the purpose of her question.
"C'mon. You seriously have no idea? No guess whatsoever?" Sam asked.
"Sam, I really don't know. What's the big news?" Danny asked.
"You're so dense. I'm pregnant!"
Upon hearing the truth at last, Danny immediately lit up, overjoyed to hear the good news given by his wife.
"That's... that's great! That's great, Sam! That's-" Danny began to say.
Coming to the sudden realization of danger of their past activity that could impact her pregnancy, Danny's delight quickly turned to fright.
"Oh, crap, oh, crap, oh, crap! Sam, are you nuts?!" Danny asked.
"What?" Sam asked.
"You just put me through that whole training session when you could've hurt the baby?!"
"Relax! I'm not that far in. I'm like, less than 6 weeks, according to the doctors. That's nothing. They said a little exercise would do me good anyway."
"But what if the baby could've gotten hurt? What if I hit you hard enough to where you miscarried?"
"Danny. I'm okay. I would've have even thought of this if I wasn't completely sure I'd be fine. Just take the good news, okay?"
Giving in to Sam's insistence on her own safety, Danny complied with a sigh, relieving himself of the stress he built up from the comment.
"Okay, okay, if you say so. Besides, I'm just really surprised that..." Danny began to say.
Danny immediately hugged Sam passionately and spun her around in the air, feeling nearly euphoric about the good news. The scene, stereotypically romantic as it may seem, still held strong its loving sentiments, but still came to an end when he set her down once again.
"...I'm actually gonna be a dad! When did you find out?" Danny asked.
"About a week ago. You sure you're ready for this, Danny? We could always start later on if you're not ready-" Sam replied.
Danny interrupted her last words with a finger to her lips, holding his other hand to her stomach to assure her of his readiness to enter fatherhood.
"I'm ready, Sam. I've been waiting a long while for this day, I really have. Should we tell my parents?" Danny asked.
"What? Hell, no! Well, at least not yet. Do you have any idea how crazy your mom would be on me? Or your dad?" Sam asked.
"Oh, yeah. Fair point. Then, who should we tell?"
"Let's just keep it our little secret until everyone's ready to take the news."
"Okay. Then let's just forget about everyone else and just have some 'us' time."
"Good plan."
The two returned to their previous state of kissing and holding, once again indulging in the company of one another. Returning to their state of peacefulness and intimacy once again, the troubles that they faced temporarily are past and gone now, leaving only room for love once again.
"Pardon me, Master Daniel and Miss Samantha. There is a call coming from Mrs. Fenton. Would you like me to answer?" M.I.S.T.E.R. asked.
However, that one shred of peace came to an end at the cause of a call in the room, coming from the laboratory at the behest of Maddie Fenton. Broken out of their hold once again, the two shared now an emotion of annoyance, turning to the room's computer screen to receive the call.
"Fine, M.I.S.T.E.R., answer the call." Sam groaned.
The screen then displayed the smiling face of Maddie Fenton, calling for the purpose of following up on her previous request for assistance.
"Hi, kids, hope I'm not interrupting anythi- Oh, my!" Maddie said.
Maddie raised a surprised hand to her mouth at the current state of Danny and Sam, leading both to look down and see what had caused the reaction from the Fenton mother. Gaining a sharp reminder that the two remained almost completely disrobed, with most of their clothes scattered around the Scare Room, their annoyed attitudes turned to embarrassed ones.
Materializing his costume once again on his body, Danny stepped in front of Sam to block her from being viewed, covering her modesty once again.
"Uh, yeah, mom, you kind of are interrupting something. You mind calling back later?" Danny asked.
"Oh, so sorry, honey. Just wanted to ask for your help in the lab whenever you're good and ready. No rush, really!" Maddie said.
"Yeah, sure. I'll be right there."
"Thanks! Please, take your time, don't rush yourself on my behalf! I don't mind you taking all the time you need to-"
"I'll be right there, mom! Just get off the phone, please!"
"Uh, right, uh, sorry, I'll go!"
Disconnecting the call, Maddie left Danny and Sam alone once again. Being interrupted and embarrassed from her call, the mood for intimacy had long passed by, leaving the two at an awkward and uncomfortable position of trying to overcome the encounter in any way they could.
"Well, that just completely killed the mood." Sam said.
"You took the call."
"Fair point."
"Look, I've got to help mom now. Why don't you relax a bit? I'll go help my parents with the new invention."
"Alright, but don't keep me waiting too long. Maybe I'd like another kid to go with this one."
Watching Sam's lighthearted comment see accomplice with a naughty expression, Danny's face went to a nervous surprise.
"Whoa, Sam! Aren't you pregnant enough?" Danny asked.
Sam laughed at Danny's startled reaction, playfully slapping him on the buttocks to shoo him off, leading Danny to let out a laughing sigh.
"Just kidding. Hurry up and help out your parents." Sam said.
"Okay, be right back." Danny said.
Danny exited the room to the laboratory, heading to help them complete their next scientific project.
Political years are an uneasy time for any country; the inevitability of change is an innate fear of all forms of life, even for the human race, when the option for change itself lies in their hands. Unfortunately, the United States is a country with frequent political years, and change is a concept that, though desired by the rest of the country and its people, has not found much of it.
In the capital city of Washington, D.C., the White House has been home to over 46 presidents, some revered as heroes to the country, bringing about economic and social prosperity and change, and others branded as traitors and corrupt men not worthy of office; criminals of the worst and highest accord.
Tucker Foley resides as president number 47, making his way into office starting from a successful run of mayor in Amity Park and the aide of Danny Phantom.
Ever since his teenage years working alongside the world's first superhero on his many battles with the undead, only one thing lingered within the mind of Tucker Foley besides fighting ghosts, and that was a habit of attempting to pick up numerous women; a trait that has continued to this day.
Whether it be a courier delivering an important piece of technology for fighting a ghost, or even trying to win over the beautiful Paulina Sanchez or the vicious Valerie Gray, no female member of his species was free from being subjected to his attempts at wooing them over.
Now, with his political career taking precedent over his days as a ghost hunter with Danny Phantom, there is only women, and there was only women from there on out. During his time as mayor, moving his way up to governor, and eventually president, the only thing that Tucker Foley would ever put his mind to was women.
Since the beginning of his life, Tucker Foley was seen as only a nerd, with no female attention being even remotely closely directed towards him. Now, with a position of power and status under his belt, many of his political decisions have been poor and not just based in corruption, but immaturity and childishness, having achieved almost absolutely nothing in the past 4 years during his first term as president.
With his recent try for gaining another political endorsement by Danny Phantom in hopes of easing into re-election, he has instead found the event backfiring on him with voters and polls turning against his favor; the attempt on his life by ghosts displaying in full the Ghost Zone Crisis and his inability to resolve the matter.
Watching a news report regarding the matter, he is reminded yet again by the falling approval ratings he is suffering.
"Ellis Robertson's comments and platform are certainly not without their controversy and debate, but his argument is slowly starting to pick up converts and winning over many voters from sitting President Foley. With a radical answer to the Ghost Zone Crisis and a president supposedly incapable of handling the matter at hand, polls and voters are still mostly undecided between the two candidates. Will President Foley's endorsement from Danny Phantom be enough to get him over the finish line for another 4 years, or will we be seeing a new America and a new look on the Ghost Zone with Ellis Roberston as the commander in chief? I'm Lucia Konietzko, and I've got no pity for the majority." The news reporter said.
Discontent with the news report, President Foley buried his face in his hands with a discontent groan, angered over his re-election campaign finding itself in a fumble. In an attempt to take his attention away from the bad news, advisors turned the television off, taking away the source of anger from their employer.
"Please tell me this is just an isolated incident. Please tell me the public'll forget about this in a few weeks' time." President Foley said.
The president's advisors looked to each other in uncertainty; none sure which to pass the responsibility onto to answer his question.
"It... might get buried with the other issues in the country. Economic issues usually come to the forefront of Americans' minds when it comes time to vote." An advisor said.
"Though, uh, we haven't done much in the way of resolving any of that recently, either. Polls are down on that issue, too." Another advisor said.
Truthful as the other advisor's comments were, they were the last reports of news that President Foley desired to hear. Sinking deeper into his state of anger, President Foley slammed his fists on his desk with a yell, letting out an enraged rant that followed his release of volume.
"Damn it! This was supposed to be my big jump back into action! I'm letting the security of the nation be handled by the world's greatest superhero, and I give him all the space and money he needs! How is that not enough to get me back in office?" President Foley asked.
"Mr. President, it's not just a matter of subsidizing Fenton Works and giving them free reign to handle their business. You actually need to deliver for the American people, sir." One advisor said.
"Deliver what? The nation's doing fine as it is. People are always talking about healthcare or wages or crap, but I haven't seen any problems around here. I'm telling you guys, I swear the media's just making this up just to make me look bad."
The advisors all looked to one another with great concern, trying to find a way to reach the president and lead him to reason once again.
"Mr. President, this job isn't something that just happens in a vacuum. The actions you take affect people's lives. You've been doing this for the past 3 years already, sir." Another advisor said.
"Yeah, I saved a handful of civil rights and did some environmental reform. What more do these people want?" President Foley asked.
"People are asking for concepts like universal healthcare, a living wage, tuition-free college, more work benefits, just to name a few, sir." A different advisor said.
"And add to the debt and deficit as it is? Add to inflation? Not an option. We need to find some better way to take care of this."
"Sir, if you're not willing to do anything regarding the economic issues, we should at least have a plan for the Ghost Zone Crisis. The Ecto Corps are strained as tight as they are trying to fend off ghosts all over the globe." Another advisor said.
Hearing the comment left by his last advisor, President Foley thought of an idea to solve his dilemma at last, sparking up in delight at the thought.
"Wait, wait, that's it! That's the solution! We've been going about this all wrong!" President Foley said.
"Sir?" An advisor asked.
"We've been relying on Danny Phantom too much to keep us safe from ghosts. We haven't been giving the Ecto Corps enough funding to really get work done. We give 'em a bigger budget, we can let them resolve the Ghost Zone Crisis and we can move on from this at last and head into re-election with ease. I'll have actually solved a problem for the American people."
"And what of the talk about the debt and deficit, sir?" Another advisor asked.
"This is national security we're talking here. There's no price tag for safety. The American people know that. Call up a senator and have him write up a new military budget bill to boost it up. This'll look great at the pools. We'll show that hippie Robertson how a country really takes care of its problems at the debate tomorrow."
"But, sir-"
"Now. That's an order."
"...Yes, sir."
The advisors and staff scrambled to follow through on their president's command, heading to other staffers and phones to see that his request for an increased military budget would be consummated. Sitting back in his chair, President Foley ignited a joint of marijuana and inhaled it, letting the smoke flow out of his mouth in a smooth exhale.
"I'll show the world we don't need Danny Phantom. After all, if he's not good enough to fix me, what's the rest of the country need him for?" President Foley thought aloud.
A voice raised from underneath the presidential desk, calling President Foley's attention to it.
"Mr. President, am I done yet?" A young voice asked.
"Oh, you'll know when, Tammy. You'll know when." President Foley said.