President Bush was woken by the phone ringing. "What time is it?" He glanced at the clock: 3 A.M. "Oh... come on..." He picked up the phone. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Sir, this is Secretary Gates. We have--"
"3 A.M., Robby. Can't this wait until morning?"
"Sir, we are on the verge of--"
"I'm a busy man, you know. I have stuff to do in the morning."
"Sir, this is very important. India and Pakistan are on the verge of having a nuclear exchange."
Bush was quiet for a moment. "Wow. Really? ...You really thought that was something worth waking me up at some ungodly hour? How in the world does that affect us?"
"We are talking about--"
"And what do you expect me to do, anyway? I'm not Superman; I can't just fly over there and grab the missiles out of the air. Did you get the presidential phone mixed up with your Superman signal watch, Dick Grayson?"
"I think you mean Jimmy Olsen, sir."
"It's too early in the morning for me to keep secondary comic book characters straight!"
"Honey?" Laura asked, half asleep. "Is it something important?"
"No," Bush answered her and put the phone back to his ear. "Why are they even doing this now? Don't India and Pakistan know what time it is? Don't they have to sleep?"
"It's a different time there, sir."
"Huh?"
"It's not the same time there as it is here?"
"What? Now time travel is involved? It's way to early in the morning for me to be dealing with this crap."
"Sir, a nuclear exchange is an unprecedented incident. This is a world changing event, and we will need you to lead."
Bush sighed. "Fine." He started to get out of bed.
"Ha! I punked you!" Gates said.
"Oh, man..."
"Yeah, there's nothing happening. I just felt like pulling a prank on you."
Bush laughed. "You got me. That's like the third time this week, you rascal." Bush hung up the phone and laid back in bed.
"Dang. Next thing you know Hillary Clinton is going to call and claim she is pinned down by sniper fire."
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