Mort could then only look up from his seat on the floor at the young man who had decked him, who was menacingly shouting at him.'Where's my pussy, Mister President? Where's my titties? Where's my fucking beer?! And who the fuck thought up that stupid flag?! And who, WHO made the fucking executive decision, dear leader,' he said in a mocking tone, 'to make the national anthem the meow mix jingle?!'
Mort didn't have an answer; he could only stared bewildered at the face, the face that looked like.. like his own, only 25 years younger.
