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“Nobody told me fighting vampires was part of being president!” Beth shoved a chair in front of the Oval Office's door. Outside, the undead horde raged.
“I had to, back in the day,” Prez said, helping with the barricade.
“You what?”
“Course, those were foreign vampires.”
“You were president ?”
“Briefly. I declared war on Transylvania—against the vampires. Ultimately, I was forced to resign.”
“You’re just telling me this now?”
He shrugged. "Ancient history. Here." He handed her a wooden stake.
She took it. “Don’t I have people for this?”
He patted her on the back. “You’ll figure it out.”