Cheney: Commute Skippy’s sentence.  

Bush: Well, it’s thirty months and two-hundred and fifty thousand …  

Cheney: No, not compute his sentence.  Give him a commutation.  

Bush: Oh.  OK.  How about a medal of freedom?  I have a whole box of them in my desk in the Oval …  

Cheney: (Growl) Not a commendation, you numb … George.  

Bush: Well then what do you mean, Dick?  

Cheney: You have the power to mutate his sentence into something less, hence the name com-MUTATE.  It’s not quite a pardon.  It doesn’t make it all go away.  It just changes it in any way you want.  It's completely up to you how you do it.  

Bush: I see.  Instead of granting him a pardon, I wave my power wand and commutate.  Is that right?  

Cheney:  Now you have it.  You are the mutator, the Mutant In Charge.  

Bush: I like that.  Why haven’t I heard of this before?  Can I commute my Iraq sentence?

Cheney: (Growling under his breath) This guy is a joke, but its not funny!