Rock, Paper, Bush

Never under-estimate the power of boredom. The following is the result: a terrible attempt to rip off a hilarious web page. Oh boy. But where is Aziz?

Saddam:
Ok, Georgie, you ready this time? Let's see what you've got.

Bush:

Saddam, you know I'm going to ‘beat you down to Chinatown’, it's inedible.

Saddam:

What are you talking about? I've won the last 17 games in a row. And don't you mean "inevitable," George?

Bush:

Whatever, those were practice rounds. Let's play.

Saddam:
Alright, but you have to play with something other than just paper, OK? You’ve used paper every round since we started playing.

Bush:
I’ll smoke you out of your fox hole!

Saddam:
What? *Sigh* Alright George, whatever you say. Are you ready?
1…2…3!

Saddam:
Scissors.

Bush:
Paper.

Saddam:
Damnit, George. What’s wrong with you? I told you to stop using Paper.

Bush:
I will not stop until the people of Iraq have their freedom.

Saddam:
George, we’re playing a game of rock, paper, scissors. And what does paper have to do with Iraq, anyway? Do you even know what beats Paper in this game? Here, I’ll give you a hint: it’s not paper.

George:
Uh, how about two papers?

Saddam:
I invite you over for a friendly game, and all you do is make fun of me. It isn't two papers, George. Let's try this one more time. Ready?

Saddam:
Scissors!

George: Ahhhhhhh! Here comes... PAPER!!

Saddam:
I give up. How the hell did you ever manage to take over my country? At least your Father went with Scissors on occasion.

Bush Sr:
Take that, you paper loving bastard!