A brief political video I

Scene: A packed auditorium. On stage, George Bush stands at a podium, gesticulating emphatically. The audience can obviously hear his speach, but to us it's relatively muted, generally drowned out by background noise and rustling from the audience, and any other dialog which comes at a normal volume. The camera mostly focuses on the stage, showing Bush to one side and the other people talking, but cuts to individual shots, and to the audience as appropriate.

Bush: ...an unrelenting terrorist threat from an international network of Islamic radicals...
Cheney: Something's wrong.
Bush (growing ever more vehement, and waving his arms faster and faster): ... Bin Laden! Bin Laden! Osama bloody ...
Cheney: He's out of control! We're heading toward a meltdown.
Bush: ... Osama is evil! (His voice starts to fade back in, starting to fill the room) Evil! Like Jack the Ripper! He killed people without remorse, like him! His country must be obliterated, like Jack's...
Cheney: BUSH, no!
Bush: No, not him. Someone worse. As evil as...
Male audience member: Marx?
Female audience member: Nagaski?
Secret service guard: Schicklgruber?
Cheney: Oh no, we're heading for a Godwin situation!
Bush: .. Hitler! (He has slowed down and is smiling faintly. His voice is at full volume, but he's speaking softly) Osama is Hitler.
Cheney (to guards): Get them out of here!
Audience: sounds of panic, people trying to leave their seats.
Bush: (Now loudly) Hitler! Hitler! Hitler! HITLER! H - I - T - L - E - R ! Hitler!

Cheney and the people near him flee backstage. The guards wade into the audience, pushing and shoving them toward the exit. The camera cuts back to Bush. He starts yelling, and jumping up and down. He gets faster and faster, until he starts to blur, and smoke starts coming off him. The camera pans back to show the auditorium. One of the guards at the back of the crowd looks back and shouts.

Secret service guard #1: Too late!
Young audience member of indeterminate gender: Aaah! Autogodwination, mummy. (S/he cries.) I'm SCARED.
Secret service guard #2: Down! Everyone down.

The second guard forces a couple of people down behind rows of seats. The child's mother dives on her. People everywhere are diving for cover, apart from a few near the door who throw themselves round it.

Bush jumps in the air, yelling "Hitler", and explodes. A dull thump comes from the TV, and a flash covers the screen. As it clears you see the room shattered, debris rianing on the remains of seats. A red blotch stains the stage. The camera rises into the air to show a circular area of buildings flattened.

One of the guards levers himself awkwardly up on his elbows and stares back at the stage in awe.

Secret service guard: Can anyone see Cheney?

A brief political video II

Suddenly Tony was standing up, the Cabinet surrounding him. He glanced about nervously. "Actually, I really must be going..."

He stepped toward the door, but the rank of suits closed in front of him. "No, Tony," said Gordon. "It isn't going to happen."

Tony turned to look at his Chancellor. Gordon's hard face loomed towards him, and stretched, yawning, and went on stretching. He looked round the room, and the walls were fading away, turning into an expanse of sparsly wooded tundra.

Straggly fir trees dotted the plain, errupting out of the frigid snow, which piled in drifts up to the table they'd been sitting at a moment ago. Gordon pushed him, and as he stumbled the other men moved out of his way. He turned back, but Gordon was right there behind him. He snarled in his face, and shook a mane of lengthening hair. "Go!"

Tony stepped backwards. "Go!" snarled Gordon again, his decidedly lupine features making it harder and harder to talk. Tony turned and hurried into the snow. Howls came up behind him, and he started to run.

The snow was awful to hurry in. He sank to his ankles on every step, strewing skads of snow to either side with little effect, and slipping and slding up and down drifts. Behind him the men loped leasurely forward, several now almost completely transformed. Gordon still strode in the middle of the pack, gesturing the wolves forward and preparing to unleash them.

Tony scrambled desperately forward, making little headway, until something buried in the snow turned his ankle and he tumbled. He struggled to rise, but his leg twisted under him and he slid down again, coming hard onto the obstruction.

He grasped at it, hoping for something he could use as a weapon, and pulled free a bone, part of a skeleton buried in the snow. A wolf landed on him, scattering the snow and bones, and he saw remnants of clothes he recognised as Margaret's before his view was filled with snapping, saliva-filled jaws.

He grabbed for its neck, holding it momentarily away from his throat, and struggled for long moments until the rest of the pack surrounded him.

Now the largest wolf with still recognisable human features shouldered it aside and crouched over him in turn. It regarded him sadly and as its jaws momentarily gaped, he thought he saw them trying to form the shape of the words, "Goodbye, Tony." He slumped back, and wolf growled, and dived in for the kill.