Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily briefing.
He concludes by saying, “And yesterday, three Brazilian soldiers were killed.”
“OH NO!” Mr. Bush exclaims. “That’s terrible!”
His staff sits stunned at this sudden outward display of emotion, nervously watching as the president sits, head in hands, almost sobbing.
Finally, the president looks up and asks, “Just how many is a brazillion, anyway?”
