FDR: American Badass! Page #2

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Do you understand me?

Yes!

Good.

The Governor's had a bad day.

I don't want him seeing any

of this sh*t.

Bag that evidence with it too.

I've had a bad day too.

[INTERCOM BEEPS]

Doctor Bender

to the mental ward, please.

I don't know if I could spend

the rest of my life

in that goddamn thingy.

I know, sweetie.

When we get out of here,

I say we get a second opinion

about attaching Louis's legs

to your body.

[CROWD CHANTING]

FDR, FDR, FDR...

What the hell is that?

FDR, FDR...

Looks like a crowd

is gathered outside.

And they're holding signs

for you--

to run for President,

FDR, FDR, FDR...

among other things.

Hey, Frank, you got a minute?

Yeah, sure-- what the hell's

going on out there.

It's pandemonium, people are

going sh*t house, Frank.

You're all over the news.

We got to get you

out there, boss.

Let the people know

you're all right.

I can't.

At least not in that thing.

Mr. Roosevelt, there's someone out

here that would like to see you.

Unless it's your identical twin,

not right now.

It's a ten-year-old boy, Timmy.

He's stricken with polio.

Werewolf attack?

No, he had a prolonged virus

in his intestinal track.

Well, mine's kind of braver--

sorry.

Frank.

Oh, all right, I'll see him.

God.

Hi, Mr. Roosevelt.

Please call me Governor.

Okay, Gov, Gov, Governor.

Oh, Jesus, is polio going to

make me stutter too?

Oh, no, that's a separate

problem

he's dealing with, as well.

Oh, thank God.

Wha-- why aren't you

in a wheelchair?

Well, Tommy,

Timmy.

Timmy, I uh...

I was just waiting for you

to come in

and push it to me.

Did you hear that, son?

Bring the Governor

his wheelchair.

Independent.

There you go.

Well, now we're

twi, twi, twi, twins.

Thanks for taking the time,

Governor.

It sure means a lot to him.

I bet it does.

Well, hmm,

take care of yourself, Tommy-- Timmy.

Timmy.

And why don't you drop

by the mansion

on the sixth Tuesday in July

and we'll have a catch?

Thank you.

Yes.

[STUTTERS] Are you going

to run for President,

Mr. Roosevelt?

You're the only one

who can save us.

FDR, FDR, FDR...

Are you sure you want

to do this, Frank?

I'm sure.

I've got it from here.

How you feeling, Governor?

Like a one dollar bill,

never better.

What was it like being attacked

by a werewolf?

About the same

as having your money

in the stock market,

these days.

Hey, Governor Roosevelt,

there hasn't been a werewolf

attack on a public figure

since Abraham Lincoln in 1860.

Why now?

Ask him.

Oh, no, wait-- head blown off.

Almost forgot about that.

But who am I kidding?

I'm not any better.

Marco... polio.

Hey, all kidding aside,

Mr. Roosevelt, Yep.

you plan on running

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