[SCENE: Cobra Commander is at his desk computer, and quickly shuts down a game of Minesweeper when the doors slide open. The Crimson Twins, Tomax and Xamot, enter.]
Cobra Commander: Yessssss, what is it?
Tomax: Cobra Commander we must inform you that we —
Xamot: — are resigning from Cobra.
CC: What! Why?
Tomax: It’s become clear to us that Cobra no longer offers the best opportunities for us to exercise our —
Xamot: — particular talents. So you see, we’ve submitted resumes to —
Tomax & Xamot: The White House.
CC: Well. I can hardly argue with that.
Xamot: We expect another —
Tomax: — Cabinet position —
Xamot: — or two —
Tomax: — or three —
Xamot: — to open up soon. We hope we can count on you —
Tomax: — to provide letters of recommendation?
CC: One question.
Tomax & Xamot: Yes?
CC: Are you even American citizens?
Tomax: What has that —
Xamot: — got to do with anything?
CC: Do you two have any idea how annoying it is to talk to you?
Tomax: Of course–
Xamot: –we do.
Tomax: You don’t think this is —
Xamot & Tomax: — an accident.
[The Twins laugh evilly, in unison.]
CC: Of course I’ll write glowing recommendations for you. I see you working in close proximity to the Oval Office. Very close proximity, one hopes, with frequent opportunities to speak to its occupant. Bessssssssst of luck!