[ WP ] Just when Earth is about to be destroyed by a huge catastrophe , a fleet of `` benevolent '' aliens show up . They give every human two choices ; either serve them as soldiers and slaves or stay on Earth and perish .

Georgie, the overweight Democrat from Arizona, arose from his seat and said, `` It's a bit interesting, this whole prospect among these beings in how that they should give us the choice?'' 
 
 `` In what way?'' said the President. 
 
 `` Oh, I dunno. You'd think that maybe they would n't. I mean, they obviously have superior tech and weapons. Why give us the choice?'' 
 
 The president looks around the room to everyone in company, as if waiting for a response. There is silence 
 
 Suddenly, a hand raises. The President looks and sees it is none other than Georgie himself, who says, `` I'll tell you why.'' 
 
 `` You ca n't answer your own question, George. Not now,'' interjects the Vice President. 
 
 `` I can too, Jim!'' 
 
 Both the President and Vice President groan. The Vice President says, `` Does anyone else have anything to contribute?'' 
 
 More silence. 
 
 `` They deceive us!'' 
 
 `` George...'' 
 
 `` It's Georgie, Mr. Vice President... now listen to me, all of you.'' 
 
 Georgie then produced a plain donut from behind his desk. He held it out in one hand, and his other hand came forward and began to smash the donut to bits in a slow, grand gesture. 
 
 `` Nutrition...'' began Georgie. 
 
 The Vice President shot an eyebrow towards the President that communicated `` Are we seriously allowing this?'' 
 
 ``... I tell you, I know. I've seen it. It's a matter of choice, not to us, but to them!'' 
 
 `` What do you mean, George?'' said the Vice President. 
 
 `` For the last time, it's Georgie, god damn it!'' 
 
 The Vice President shook his head. Things became quiet again. 
 
 `` Consider the entrées of the past, gentlemen,'' Georgie said, `` and consider them, who, like you, are considering their future entrees!'' 
 
 `` You're not making any sense now,'' said the Vice President. 
 
 `` Slaves or soldiers... do n't you see... it's all just a game to them! Chicken or pork! Salt or pepper! Coke or Pepsi!'' 
 
 Georgie began to sob loudly after running out of opposite/rival foods and beverages. 
 
 Everyone in the hall just listened to Georgie for minutes on end, thinking about their futures. 
 
 Then Georgie became quiet, and the President said, `` I think you're just scared, Georgie. Do n't worry. It's going to be ok.'' 
 

