How the [bleep] did this happen?[ Knock on door ]
Uh, sorry, PC Principal, butsomeone wants to speak with you.
I told you to leave me alone,Mackey.
I'm not in the mood.
But -- But, sir...the president-elect is here.
So sorry for the intrusion.
You're not too busy,I hope.
Uh, n-not at all.
Please, uh, have a seat,Mr. Garrison.
Uh, please have a seat,Mister...President.
That's better, bitch.
Certainly want to, uh,
congratulate youon the election.
Do you remember the dayyou fired me, PC Principal?
I know we've hadsome differences, uh --
I was upsetbecause a bunch of immigrants
were changing my class,and I believe your response was
that I needed to goand learn their language,
be more open-minded.
I'm sorry that you're positionhere at the school
Are you really?
Are you really sorry?
Because you see, PC Principal,you helped create me.
You insisted that I was a bigot,
that I was an intolerant relicleft over from another time.
But now...I'm your president.
And if there's one thingI've learned
about becoming President,
it's that your penis can getreally dry.
When all the skin on your penisis drying out
from working so hardto get elected,
there's only one thingthat can fix it, isn't there?
Saliva...from a good friendwho once doubted you.
I need you to fix my problem,PC Principal,
so that we can beeven-stevens.
What do you say, buddy?
Have a Seat... Mr. President
President-Elect Garrison visits PC Principal and makes a very specific request for help.