“So you’re looking for a vice president, eh?” Private Hudson asked with that telltale smirk on his face.

“Yes. Yes I am,” I replied. I had no doubt where this is going.

“Well, consider your search over.” The Marine poked his chest with a thumb.

“You know someone?”

“No, it’s me,” he answered, completely missing the joke. “I am the obvious choice to be your running mate.”

“Yeah, I don’t see that happening,” I shook my head. “I just don’t think that you have the right, uh, background that a position like this requires.”

“Are you kidding?” replied Hudson. “I’m perfect, think about it. I’m from Texas, you’re from Illinois. We’re the original odd couple!”

“I have to admit, you’ve got a point there,” I answered. “I still don’t know if you’ve got the political background to be a vice president.”

“I haven’t given you my best reason yet.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“I’ve got a gun.” His grin stretched from ear to ear.

“OK.”

“I could totally shoot my best friend in the face!” he exclaimed. “In fact, I once shot a man and then made him apologize.”

“Well, you do have a point there,” I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. “Shooting your friend in the face definitely seems to be a requirement for the office. I’ve got a question for you, though. What do you think about the vice president being part of the Executive Branch?”

Private Hudson’s brow furled in confusion. “Executive what in the who now?”

“I’ll think about it.”