The “Rock” was sitting with Governator Arnold in the State mansion. The Rock was looking around and thinking what a dung heap this was. Arnold thought it was a dump too but came in once in a while for appearance sake. He’d never live here.

“Arn, I’m thinking of running for President. If you and Jess can be Governors, I can shoot for numero uno”, The Rock said.

“Ya, ve did gut, me un Jess”, Arnold replied.

“Look, Swartzie, drop the accent. This is me, The Rock. Okay?”

“Oh, yea, sure thing. I’m so used to doing it in public that I forget myself. You planning on running this year? Little late”.

“No, I want to make a ton of money yet. I’m still in my prime. I could take these two. They’re like the movie, “Dumb and Dumber”. Bush, with his strut and smirky smile, and Kerry, with his hangdog look and none of your business attitude. I’d wipe that smirk off W and he’d be a long time walking again. Kerry would find his hang dog face on the floor in a small lake of Botox.”

“Ha, I hear that. You going to wait until ‘08. You need Bush to win then. Make it easier. Have to run as a butt-sucking liberal but so what?”

“Sure. It’s just politics”, The Rock added.

“Have to get a new first name. No one is gong to vote for a Dwayne”.

“Yea, ain’t that the truth”.

“Thing is, if Bush wins, you have to first beat the Bitch From Hell”, Arnie brought up.

“Yea, I know. Concerns me a little. I’m younger and have more upper body strength but she’s one nasty fighter.”

“Yea, she just might emasculate you”, Arnie blurted out.

“E-what? Where’d you get a word like that? What’s that supposed to mean?”, The Rock asked in annoyance.

“Well, from what Maria told me, it would make you a pantywaist ”.

“She that dirty?”, The Rock asked.

“Who? Maria or Hillary? Maria’s okay. A little monotonous at times”.

“No, Hillary”.

“Well, I don’t think Billy got that red nose from drinking if you know what I mean”.

“I hear you”, The Rock said, “I hear you”.