[ WP ] You are the Historian , a shapeshifting , immortal being that gives historical figures a push in the right direction .

I leaned back in my chair as George Bush twiddled his thumbs and stared out the windows of the Oval Office. Cracking my knuckles, I said: 
 `` So I'm pretty sure they done got those nuclear thingys.'' 
 George's thumbs ceased their twiddling. 
 `` You mean weapons. Like bombs or some shit?'' 
 `` Yup.'' 
 `` Well... we got to do something.'' 
 `` That's a damn good idea, George. A damn good idea.'' 
 George, with a smile slowly forming on his face, swiveled around in his chair and, in a single swift motion, placed his feet on his desk, knocking several pens to the floor; and although he continued facing forward with a giant grin, his eyes quickly darted to the floor. 
 `` Excuse me, Mr. Bush. I need to inform your generals.'' 
 George continued smiling and staring at the wall. I walked to the bathroom and engaged my transtemporal teleportation device. It was time to give Donald Trump some advice, a little nudge in the right direction.
