The Russell campaign bus rolls down the highway, followed by a bunch of police cars with sirens and flashing lights. Do you think Bingo Bob and Will have decided to go all Thelma and Louise on us? And shouldn't at least some of those vehicles with the lights flashing be in front of the bus? The bus is kitted out as a miniature campaign office, and Russell is in the back with Will discussing various (and boring) campaign details. Someone asked for a statement on farm subsidies, and Bob wonders, "What do they expect? I'm going to come out against farm subsidies in Iowa? Oppose manhole covers in Manhattan?" Actually, I wish he would do that second one -- I hate it when The Manhole charges a cover. Oh, wait. He's not talking about the bar, is he? Never mind. Bob is tying his tie, and he tells Will that he thinks that what is happening to the Turkish woman is a tragedy. He asks if they've issued a statement, and is pleased to hear that he deplores the planned execution. Bob doesn't say anything when Will tells him that the statement goes on to support the position of the Bartlet administration. Whatever that is. Will also tells Bob that the campaign has $8.2 million cash in hand. Their little meeting is interrupted by another aide, who asks Bob if he has a few minutes for a couple of donors. He feeds the Veep some details about the folks, and Bob starts doing the song and dance for them as soon as he walks up to the front of the bus. (Even going so far as to lie and say that he was held up in the rear of the bus because he was on the phone with the White House.)

Back on the Beyond the Fringe World Tour. Donna is chatting with some guy who's wearing flannel shirt, a down vest, and a baseball cap, just so you know he's a hick. There's a sign on the wall that reads "Edgars: The Friendly Fascist." What is that, friendly fascism? Do the brownshirts deliver a muffin basket before they take you away to a camp? Donna asks Edgars if it's true that his platform would allow all citizens to carry concealed weapons. He clarifies that he wouldn't allow it -- he would require it. Please -- if you want to give me a gun, you'll have to shove it in my cold dead fingers.