Two people walking purposefully down a windowless corridor - President and Vice President. Both are stony-faced and expressionless. Tense music plays.

 

They stop at a security door and key in a passcode. Door opens.

 

Pres. and V.P. keep walking.

 

They stop at another security door and Pres. is hand-print-scanned. Door opens.

 

Pres. and V.P. keep walking.

 

PRES.: You know, ever since I was a kid I've liked pressing buttons.

 

V.P.: Yes, Madam President.

 

They stop at another security door and Pres. gets retina-scanned. Door opens.

 

Pres. and V.P. keep walking.

 

Pres.: Something about the feeling of power, of control.

 

V.P.: Yes, Madam President.

 

They stop at another security door and Pres. is voice-scanned ("I am the president" or some such). Door opens.

 

Pres.: It almost became a compulsion.

 

V.P.: Yes, Madam President.

 

They stop at another security door and Pres. is tongue-print-scanned. Door opens.

 

Pres. and V.P. keep walking.

 

Pres.: In fact, it's why I became president.

 

V.P.: Yes, Madam President.

 

They stop at another security door and Pres. uses ordinary house key. Door opens.

 

Pres.: Which is why I've been looking froward to this day for so long.

 

V.P.: Yes, Madam President.

 

Pres. and V.P. enter a room with nothing but a large red button on a pedestal. Both their expressions remain the same.

 

Pres.: It's beautiful.

 

Pres. goes to press button, but before she can...

 

V.P.:  No, Madam President! The missile launch coordinates have not yet been set! Right now there are (however many units) of nuclear explosives trained on this very location! If you press that button, we'll die.

 

Pres.'s hand hovers over button; Pres. and V.P. both breathe a sigh of relief.

 

Pres. presses button. Wide-eyed look of horror on V.P.'s face. Pres. stays stony-faced and expressionless.

 

Pres.: Worth it.

 

Cut to blossoming nuclear mushroom cloud.