• "I don't think that this is quite right. We...might get caught. Oh Saddam, what will happen if they find out?", asked George Walker Bush, lying on Saddam Huessien's bed in his palace in Baghdad.
    Saddam took a long drag from his Cuban cigar he received as a gift from his good friend, Fidel Castro. He stared off into the distance, tears forming in his eyes.
    "No one will ever find out, George. I won't allow it....may Allah forgive us..."
    George started to sniff, suddenly reminded of his religious convictions towards homosexuality.
    "I...Saddam...I can't. I just can't continue this relationship. I'm betraying my wife, my family, my country, my God..."
    Saddam's tanned face hid most of the reddening of his face, yet George could clearly see that Saddam was getting flushed.
    "Dammit George, you can't do this to me!", his eyes grew wide, he ran his hands down his face, "How could you forget what we just did? Or the night before? Or any of the nights we shared?!?"
    He clutched his fists, trying to keep his anger from overflowing, "Don't you DARE end this relationship. Don't you even try."
    Tears were flowing down George's face, he made not a sound. He sighed, placing his hands in his face.
    "This is getting out of hand...Saddam....I just can't.", George placed his hand on Saddam's hand. "Please. Please understand." He stared into Saddam's coal black eyes, trying to find at least some kind of vulnerability.
    "Well, George, I certainly DO understand. I understand perfectly...." He got up from his bed, and started yelling something in Arabic.
    Seconds later, several giant, white robed men appeared, holding a rather tall, chubby man in place.
    "Bill....my love." Saddam sung.
    Bill Clinton batted his eyelashes at Saddam, although slightly flinching from the pain of the rough arms constricting him. The lust between the two was undeniable.
    George glared, his teeth grinding together, his whole body shook.
    "GET AWAY FROM MY SADDAM!" screamed George, lunging towards Bill.
    Bill stared at him, unimpressed. "Is that the best you got, Georgie? You're so cute when you're angry..."
    George tackled Bill to the ground, punching at him furiously. "DON'T. YOU. PUT. A. HAND. ON. MY. SADDAM." George screamed between each blow to Bill's face.
    Bill tried to open his mouth, blood flowing from it. "I put a lot more than THAT on Saddam." Bill said, chuckling, while spitting out large amounts of blood.
    George screamed, it was primal, animal...something of ancient times, seemingly forgotten throughout the several thousand years of human development.
    Saddam sat on his bed, watching, not lifting a finger to help his lovers fight to the death.
    George raised his fist high into the air, ready to crush Bill's head.
    "SAY GOOD BYE, MAN SLUT" screeched George, ready for the kill.