Friends, Physics and Fallon

Chapter 35

Barack awoke to a loud thud.  He got out of bed, being careful not to wake Michelle.  He followed the noise down some stairs and down some hallways.  He spotted Broberg in the middle of a hallway.  "Mr. Fallon, what are you doing?  It's 6 am!"  "Uh, nothing, Mr. President, I, uh..."  "He was just hitting me in the face viciously with a toy rocket, nothing to see here!"  Jimmy said from his position on the ground.  "Mr...I don't know your name, but what are you doing here?"  Barack asked him.  "I don't know, ask 'Mr. Fallon' over there!"  Barack turned towards Broberg.  "Mr. Fallon...what are you and this here man doing on the ground so early in the morning?"  Broberg replied, "Barack, don't you see that this is the man who was conspiring with Russia?  So, I saw him and I tackled him and started hitting him with my NASA rocket model!"  Broberg smiled a proud smile and held up his model of a NASA rocket that he carried around with him everywhere.  He stood up and gave it to Barack so that he could look at it.  Barack pretended it was flying and he made rocket sound effects.  He laughed, and so did Broberg.  Then, they noticed that Jimmy was gone.  "Why did you let him escape?"  Barack asked Broberg.  "It was all your fault!"  Barack replied.  "No it wasn't!"  "Yeah it was!"  "No it wasn't!"  "Yes.  It.  WAS!"  Barack yelled as he gave Broberg a nice shove.  Broberg fell backwards and hit his noggin on the wall.  He started bawling and Barack felt bad, so he carried Broberg back to his room and made him put an ice pack on his head.  Once Broberg felt a little better, he and Barack decided to stay up for a little while and talk about rockets and NASA and physics stuff.  After about an hour, they finally fell asleep, both of them forgetting all about "John Broberg," who was now, once again, running free throughout the White House.