“If we were a team we’d rule the world.”

“I thought Michelle said you were the leader of the world.”

“Well, obviously that’s not entirely true.  Joint-jurisdiction.  Would you consider joint-jurisdiction over Russia and the Ukraine?”

“Joint jurisdiction over Russia and I get half of what we gave away twenty six years ago?  What you been smokin’ dude?”

“Alright we don’t have to get into ad hominem insults again Boris.”

“Boris!” Putin spit as he said it.  His face was flushing red from the neck up to his hairless scalp.

POTUS smiled and put his hand on Putin’s right shoulder.  He felt Putin’s metabolic rate as the Vulcan Spock would often do to those he kept under surveillance on the television show Star Trek.  Putin was surprisingly relaxed and had gained a bit of flab around the neck which squealed on the Russian leader.

“What?” Putin asked, still somewhat offended.

“You want to see the Knicks play in Madison Square Garden with me next week?”

Vladimir smiled his wide boyish smile.  “Can I bring my dog?” he asked.