Bush stands over the fallen Saddam as another Saddam strolls casually down the stairs, cigarette in its holder.

“What a pity, Mister Bush, I just had that man trained.”

Then Bush presses the crown on his Rolex and shoots a tiny missile into the wall next to cigarette Saddam and escapes in a cloud of smoke just as the guards rush in, spraying the room with bullets from their machine guns.