Obama: (shrugs shoulders) Sorry, Bill. I can't do speed up the investigation on your wife any faster than it's going at the moment.
Bill: OH, COME ON, 'BAM! You've GOT to get my wife into prison garb asap! My time is short on this Earth and there are way too many hot chicks to take advantage before I go. Plus, she's driving me batty spending so much time at home after leaving her position at State by throwing plates at me again and screaming to high heavens. You know me and my wife went overboard to help you get into office with the help of my foundation and to protect you from scandals. Look, I throw you a mulligan on the next hole.
Obama: That mulligan is certainly tempting, but like I said before, I'm sorry. She'll have to get to the Federal Pen on a time line like any of us elites do. We've got to make it look like she wasn't railroaded. And while you're at it have a burger! You're looking a little gaunt these days.
