 As President Biden gets older, more and more of his day is just spent lying around. I love soup. I mean, I think I love soup. So I don't know if a bitch in show is either soup or duck. Which one do you shoot? Duck, sir. Are you all right, sir? Of course I'm all right. Why? What have you heard? I mean, in the evening. He lies in bed earlier and earlier. But sir, we didn't have dinner the other night. Really? Well, how was I? I know there's Cheryl. And the afternoon, he gets up from lying in bed later and later. It's the final orders. We strike tomorrow at 0600. Excellent. Wake me up at 0530. Then walks to the podium to address the American people. Slend me your ears. That's disgusting. Where? He just continues to lie. Many of you are wondering what's wrong with my pants. Well, they started running short of material right before they got to the knee. So don't give me any shit. When done lying at the podium, he lies back down for a nap. My ear canals are very sensitive. We have these to hold down the sound, sir. Oh, good. Thanks. Let's hope they do the trick. Where he dreams of lying. The morale in this base is shut the hell. Just look out there. Quiet. They're hardly man-moving. Roy? Roy! Huh? I even went to school with that man. He's just not the same. He's been ignoring me all day.