I’m Hillary Clinton and I’m supposed to clean up a public park that has been left strewn with garbage by Sarah Palin. I go around the park with soldiers to help clean. One of them throws a large metal oil drum at me. When I’m finished cleaning the park, it’s actually a bedroom that’s decorated in a typical middle-American traditional style.
My mother calls me to ask how the process is going. She only asks me “yes or no” questions like “Have you finished picking up the garbage yet?” After a few questions I start to be frustrated that she wants to talk to me, but never asks me anything that I can actually respond to. My replies get shorter and snippier, and finally I tell her I don’t want to talk on the phone anymore because I have work to do.
