Guess who go to sit down with Condoleezza Rice for a nice chat?
No, me, jackass.
I was like, “Hey, it’s Frank J. of IMAO.us. How would you like me to interview you?”
And she was like, “Frank J.! Oh, my God; I can’t believe it! I love your site! It’s so much better than the site of that puppy blending monster.”
Yeah, that’s what happened.
No, you’re a liar.
Anyway, here’s the interview:

Frank: Thanks for taking the time to talk to me. Can I call you Condi?
Rice: Uh… I guess. I’m a little confused here, I thought I was going to be talking to someone from a regular news organization. What are you? Like twelve?
Frank: I’ll be twenty-four in June… and I am from a regular new organization. I’m from… CNN. Yeah, I’m Wolf Blitzer. I just shaved and dyed my hair for a new look. You like it.
Rice: I’ll buy that… for now. Why are the lights so dim?
Frank: I thought it would make a better mood for an interview.
Rice: Is that Barry White I hear playing?
Frank: Just a little mood music. Why don’t you take a sip of your wine and relax, Condi?
Rice: Turn up the lights and turn off the music… NOW!
Frank: Okay… okay… I guess I’ll get to my questions. Let’s see here…
Rice: You know, it’s not very professional of you to have your questions written on… what is that you have your questions written on?
Frank: They’re pages from my daily Dilbert calendar. The backs of them make great scrap paper.
Heh heh… Dogbert always cracks me up.
Anyway, my first question: So, Condi, being the National Security Advisor of the President, do you advise the president on matters of security that are a national concern?
Rice: Yes.
Frank: On second thought, that questions wasn’t as probing and insightful as I first believed it would be. So, next question: What do you think of today’s military technology?
Rice: I think we have a huge technological advantage over our enemy. I mean they’re a bunch of dumb turds with second hand AK-47’s, and we have laser guided missiles that can fly through space. And, with our advance accuracy, we can avoid civilian casualties.
Frank: And it is the administration’s position to not kill children?
Rice: Yes, even the stupid smelly ones. That’s why we have cruise missiles that can fly miles and miles and then accurately hit a target about the size of Michael Moore.
Frank: So why is Michael Moore still around.
Rice: He runs a lot faster than you’d think.
Frank: I see. I’ve heard you take a great interest in continuing advances in technology for America’s military.
Rice: Yes, I demand a lot from our scientists and engineers. When I ask something to be done, I don’t take “I can’t” or “That’s not possible in either classical or quantum physics” for an answer.
Frank: So what’s one of your latest creations?
Rice: For our military, we need lots of computing power for simulations. We’ve now created a computer that can increase its speed by stealing computing power from its doppelganger in an alternate dimension.
Frank: Then won’t there be a Condoleezza Rice in an alternate dimension extremely pissed by how her computing power is being sucked away?
Rice: Screw her! Obviously I thought of this first.
Then again, if I know me, she would be plotting revenge.
Frank: One’s greatest enemy is always themselves. Anyway, I sometime hear you referred to as Dr. Rice. What are you a doctor of?
Rice: I don’t remember; I finished college some time ago. I’m pretty sure it’s not the one where you operate on people.
Frank: So you never cut anyone open?
Rice: I didn’t say that.
Frank: So let’s see… what were my other questions…
Heh heh, Wally is so lazy.
Rice: I am growing impatient.
Frank: What’s it like working with Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld?
Rice: His warmongering is useful to me, but he is an old man, and I am the future. I have plans way beyond his.
Frank: What plans?
Rice: Nothing for you to know about.
Frank: You don’t plan on becoming some supervillianess and then take over the world, do you?
Rice: No comment.
Frank: My God, I bet you already have a hollowed out volcano.
Rice: I don’t like where these questions are going.
Frank: Can I help you come up with a supervillian name? How about “Dark Raven”?
Rice: Quiet.
Frank: Could I at least be one of your minions?
Rice: Maybe… just stop talking about this subject.
Frank: Alright, I had just one more thing, Condi. Have you ever thought about doing something to draw more interest in your administration?
Rice: Like what do you mean?
Frank: I was thinking a swimsuit calendar. Everyone loves swimsuit calendars.
Rice: I don’t think that would be appropriate.
Frank: Come one. I got some swimsuits here for you to choose from and the camera is all ready.
Rice: I’m not comfortable with this.
Frank: Don’t be so shy. You have a great body… (cough) (gag)
Rice: You touched my leg!
Frank: (gag) (cough)
Rice: Don’t be such a baby; I barely collapsed your throat.
Frank: Anyway (cough) thanks for giving me your time. Perhaps we can (cough) do this again sometime.
Rice: Not if I get a restraining order first.