[Silvio rises from his bed. It is a lovely Thursday morning, and he is up and at it at the crack of 11]
Silvio:" What a wonderful morning. I think I will celebrate this occasion with a mini Bunga-Bunga party. Paulo!!!"
[Paulo enters the prime ministers bed chamber at a trot]
Paulo: Yes boss
Silivio: Round up some of the usual girls, I think it's time to celebrate
Paulo: Uh boss, pardon me, but what exactly are we celebrating? You are still on trial for your last Bunga-Bunga party and your approval rating is at an all time low.
Silvio: Ah yes. All of that is true, but don't you know that I live a double life?
Paulo: What Boss
Silvio: Yeah I am prime minister in my spare time and in my other spare time I run a middling American College Conference
Silviio: Yeah, apparently its the only job that an italian can do properly in America.
Paulo: So how is that going?
Silvio: You know really great, its going really great. Not a care in the world. So, Paulo, the girls.
Paulo: Yes boss, right away boss.
[Paulo turns from the room, as Silvio goes back to sleep]
[Two hours later, Paulo returns with three young ladies and rouses Silvio from his slumber]
Silvio: What the fuck mate? I'm sleeping here, I'm fucking old
Girls: [in a carrying whisper] God, he really is old
Paulo: The girls you requested boss
Silivio: Right, hello girls...
[Fade to black as the Bunga-Bunga party commences]
[Paulo enters the prime ministers Caligula esqu bed chamber]
Paulo: Sir I have some bad news concerning your other part time job
Silvio: What is it?
Paulo: Well something called TCU has left your Conference, whatever that is, for something called the Big 12, whatever that is
Paulo: Boos this is a big deal, people are flipping out, you should probably say something about all this
[Silvio takes a long look about his room, and with a look of satisfaction he spreads his arms wide]
Silvio: No comment