Just wandering around with nothing to do. I'd like to play golf, but the boys all are busy. Call the WH kitchen and have them send up some nachos? Eh, what the heck, let's stretch the ol' legs and roam the WH hallways, always fun. Hey! What's that group of people doing here? Huh? Oh, heh heh, well, time to act like we give a rat's rear end about common folk. Mooch, you do the talking, though. They give me the creeps.