Stan went into Bullock's office.
"Bullock, I'm going to kill my wife and need this permission slip signed," said Stan handing his boss a sheet of paper.
"Does this mean that I'll be able to bang Hayley again now?" Bullock asked.
"Um...no," said Stan.
Bullock signed the paper.
"There you are, Smith...I've just given you permission to assassinate..."
His eyes widened with horror when he read what he had just signed.
"NOOOOOO!" screamed Bullock. "I'VE GIVEN YOU PERMISSION TO KILL ME!"
"Boss," said Stan, pulling out his gun. "You're fired!"
"Smith, please!" cried Bullock, getting down on his knees. "At least give me a sporting chance. Like we gave Jeff when I told you to kill him..."
Stan rubbed his chin, considering the matter.
"Hmmmmmm," went Stan. "It might be kind of fun...but, dammit, I had the perfect one liner earlier, and you ruined it by begging. DIE!"
Then he went on to load Bullock with 30 bullets.
Stan picked up Bullock's badge and looked at it. He was now boss of the CIA, and would do everything in his power to kill his wife.
"You voted for Death today, Francine," Stan said as he looked out the window. "And for once, the canidate is going to deliver on his promise."