Wearing undersized white coats and oversized hard hats, Harry Reid and Mitch McConnell indignantly march into the makeshift Oval Office. Still negotiating an acceptable pecking order, the two shift foremen momentarily get stuck in the doorway before blurting out the latest plant crisis.
"Mr. President . . . er, Chief Inspector Obama, you're needed again on the kill floor, sir."
"For the love of federal inspection," the Commander-in-Chain-Speed fumes. "What's wrong now? How do you expect me to run the country and defend the free world when these elected idiots can't even tell the difference between E.coli and eBay?"