Still waiting for the conversation that begins:
Native American slowly walks up to POTUS and kind of shuffles his feet, looking everywhere but at POTUS.
POTUS: Hey sweetie, whassup?
NA: Hey Anglo. You know I think the world of you, right?
POTUS: Oh, oh.
NA: I was sooo excited when I invited you to move in.
POTUS: You made me so happy that day.
NA: Yeah, we were going to do so much stuff together. Discover the world. Make new friends. Redecorate the place. It was going to be great.
NA: Yeah. *pause* Look, you’re a great people and all that…
POTUS: Spit it out.
NA: It just hasn’t worked out like I thought it would.
POTUS: What’re you talking about? We’re having the time of our lives!
NA: YOU! You’re having the time of YOUR life. You shut me out of everything.
POTUS: Sweetie. *attempts hug*
NA: Don’t touch me! This is hard for me to say, but it’s… it’s over between us.
POTUS: This is because of that football team in Washington, isn’t it?
NA: Don’t try to trivialize this!
POTUS: So, you just want me to move back in with my mother?
NA: I don’t care where you move. I just want my place back.
POTUS: Come on. Look at me. We can work this out.
NA: Fine! I didn’t want to tell you this. But I’ve… started to see the Chinese.
POTUS: What? *laughs*
NA: What’s so damned funny?
POTUS: I started seeing the Chinese, too!
NA: *laughs* Oh, my Earth Mother! Are we a pair or what?
They hug and when POTUS is at work the next day, NA throws his stuff onto the front lawn (in Canada).
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