There is a silence, an utter silence, and Gibson looks to the side while wringing his hands. “I think I understand your gist Mr. President, understand it perfectly ... and, in fact, I couldn't agree more!"
The President grins, pleased that such a complicated message was grasped by this man. He is so happy, in fact, that he gropes for a compliment to bestow on Gibson. “And might I add that your wife possesses exceptionalistic bosoms for her age, a perfect example of a woman who has aged gracefully to perfection, if you don't mind my saying so."
"Why ... thank you, and might I compliment the First Lady on what couldn't be a finer posterior."
"Really? You think?"
"Absolutely.” Then, wanting to clear things up a little, Gibson adds, “About the NKUE..."
"Yeah Fred? Fire away."
"Uh ... yes
