"You can't be serious." David Brinkley says after the laughter dies down.
"You're damn right I'm serious!!! I'm gonna be president!!" You stand up and exclaim.
This causes the three journalists to break into another round of hearty laughter, which does not help surly mood. It doesn't take long until you finally lose it. First you grab George Will by the neck and throw him into a glass table. Then you kick Sam Donaldson in the groin, pick him up, and then body slam him hard into the ground. Finally you grab a folding chair and hit David Brinkley across the face with it. It is then that security comes, and it takes five officers to subdue you.
The next thing you remember, you are lying in a room with rubber walls, and you are strapped to your bed. After your little outburst, they figured a psychiatric ward was the best place for you to be kept. One day while you are being treated, your lawyer visits you to tell you that your aunt's money has all been donated to her favorite charity, The Association for Retired Game Show Hosts. This, however, fails to brighten your day, as your nurse once again turns the dial to increase the voltage for you shock treatment.
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