Pete and Paul will soon be jetting off to Cali with Crab Colson to drum up some new business. SPACE BUSINESS. And though Don's the one orchestrating this little cross-country endeavor, he still tends to get all Chicken Little when rockets are the topic of conversation. Another thing he can't stomach is Paul's insufferable pomposity, which is why as soon as Kinsey speaks up, Don demands that Pete do all the talking out there. Pete says he'll try and wrangle an astronaut's autograph for Peggy's "nephews," and on a completely unrelated note, it's sweet when a father brings back a souvenir for his child.
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McCain: My opponent, Senator Obama, is still supporting "hope." As is clear, there is no hope left. He is completely out of touch.
Obama: With all due respect, Senator, there is some untapped hope left. I found a stale grain of rice a few days ago, and it has kept my family nourished for days.
McCain: Senator Obama is an elitist. While he was feasting on a grain of rice, what were the rest of us eating? That's right: each other. I had to eat Karl Rove this morning, and he was alive throughout most of it. Yet Senator Obama has voted against cannibalism no less than three times!

Still in trouble at home, Don's been staying at the Roosevelt, which is pretty nice as far as doghouses go. He steps outside to get the paper, and it's bad news: Marilyn Monroe is off to straddle that big sewer grate in the sky. Meanwhile, somewhere in England, a teenager named Elton John is crying through a sparkly pair of pink-tinted sunglasses while he writes a song about candles and wind.
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