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He is enjoying the look of abject, mortal terror spreading across the drug-blurred face of the spreadeagled girl over whom George is still crouched and into whom he's still persistently and clumsily trying to thearistocrats push his limp presidential weiner, as the puddle thearistocrats of blood spreads closer to her chin. "Shit, Dick. Now I'm all thearistocrats dis...distracted. This ain't no fun no more!" George's absurdly tiny member has shrivelled completely by now. "Mah gun's not workin'. Help me out here, son!" He pinches his nipples and looks up at Cheney, imploringly, beady eyes a-quiver. Cheney sighs, steps over the dead boy and begins, after a couple of pumps of his pudgy hips, to piss copiously over both the President and the semi-conscious girl. "Do it yourself, asswipe. I've got a planet to run." George grins up gratefully up at Cheney through the stream of urine like a down's child on Christmas Day, and, re-tumescent, bends to his task again, happily, licking the sheen of blood and coke-snot from his upper lip.
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