Me and Paul are
sitting on the benches,
smoking cigarettes, and Mike is sitting in a tree,
picking off squirrels with a sniper rifle. He thinks he's in
Unreal Tournament, and keeps yelling things like "Go for the flag! I got you covered!"
Anyway, George dubya walks up to me and Paul and starts talking to us, and I hit him in the head with a bottle of Arizona Iced Tea. The Secret Service dudes jump out of the bushes and throw me in a van. Mike starts popping them with the sniper rifle, and he actually gets them all, but then no one can figure out how to get me back out of the van.
Then I woke up. Wow.