"You'rrrre such a dirrrty girrrl," Bush panted, clawing the pages from the lingerie section of his wife's Sears catalog. But a cough interrupted his euphoria; he threw the magazine into a desk drawer, crying out, "Barrrr- I love my wife! Excuse me, I was- what arre you doing walking into my office without knocking, who do you-" His mouth fell open when he looked up and realized who had trespassed into his sanctuary.
"But...you'rre dead! I spoke at you'rre funerral!"
Reagan smiled mischievously. "Jesus taught me something up there: you can't keep a good Republican down."
"But, how...?"
Reagan waved the question away. "I thought, as my former right-hand man, you would want to be the first to know about... my return. Unfortunately, I come with bad news, too. You won't be my main man anymore."
"What? Why?"
"Don't act innocent. You betrayed America, you betrayed her people, you betrayed me."
"I did no such thing! I continued new worrrld orrderrr we built togetherrr!"
"When I was stricken with disease, I had believed that. But I have insight now. You betrayed America by not giving the evil empire its death blow when it was at its weakest. Now Stalinism has reemerged. You betrayed our people by raising taxes and allowing a Democrat to be elected president for the next eight years, doing untold damage. You betrayed me by taking advantage of my 'sickness' and hoping I would not notice."
"No, it pained me! I always admirred you! Rrrronald, I alrrready lost you once, don't make me lose you again!"
Bush fell silent to Reagan's raised hand. "But I did notice. Though I forgive you, I have already found another. One who is already making great strides to return the GOP to it's former glory. Together, we can return America to her rightful place in the world."
"You can't mean...!"
"I do, and I have no concerns of her mocking my policies behind my back."