Today’s prompt: He looked at his phone, turned pale, then quickly left the room.
The president sat at the long, mahogany table, surrounded by his cabinet members. The mood in the room was tense. No one spoke.
“What procedure should we follow?” the president asked. “Putin needs an answer.”
The Secretary of State cleared his throat. “Shall I fly to Moscow tonight?”
The Darth Vader theme played, ominous in the silence.
The president loosened his tie. “I better take this.” He looked at his phone, turned pale, then quickly left the room.
“Putin’s got ears in here,” the Secretary of Defense whispered. “The room’s bugged.”
He pulled his finger and farted.
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