Potus, Introductions Part VII

Potus slammed the phone down so hard a bell rang somewhere inside.
CoS looked shocked and SoS was scribbling in her notebook.
Potus winked again, giggling. The phone rang.
Everyone, including Potus this time, stared in shock.  The phone rang again.
Potus asked, "Why is it ringing?"
Secretary of Defense had changed toa colour very nearly Michael Jackson like.  Johnson somehow made no visible facial moves while whispering into his cuff, his other hand was pressed to his ear.
The phone rang again.  CoS finally mustered up the courage to say, "Well, answer it."
Potus picked up the phone and cleared his throat.
"Office of the president, how may I help you?"
Potus listened carefully.  Secretary of State looked older than her many years and reached with one hand for a seat.  Finding none, she collapsed.  One junior Secret Service agent rushed to help her.
"This is he," said Potus after listening.  He put one hand over the mouthpiece and with the other made a motion telling them to get the Madam Secretary off the floor.
"Yes," said Potus into the telephone, "I see.  I don't wish to talk to the press.  They are nothing but an annoyance at this point.  I'm busy seeing everything there is to see."
Madam Secretary made a loud groaning noise from the ground.  A gurney rattled in pushed by two attendants.
Potus, annoyed, waved in a "hurry it up" motion.  Into the phone he said, "I see, they're already here, waiting for me. Sure, where is it?"  Potus waved for a pen.  CoS picked up the notepad and pen that Madam Secretary had been sribbling in earlier and, stepping around her and the agent and two orderlies, handed it to Potus.
"Yes, yes," said Potus, writing.  The Secretary of State made a noise like a nutria dying and started thumping around on the floor while the three men tried to holds her still.  He waved at the commotion and noise generated around the Secretary of State, making a "get out of here" motion.
The Madam Secretary was lifted onto the gurney which clattered out with the two attendants.
"Sheesh," said Potus.  "What a mess."
"I think she'll be fine," said CoS.
"No, I mean the press.  We should arrest them all."
Secretary of Defense seemed to have regained his colour and composure.  He joked, "I don't think there's enough room to hold them all."
"Sure there is," snapped Potus.  "Just turn the whole state of Texas into a penitentiary.  We'd have plenty of room for them and all the potheads and kinky freaks who want to have marital relations with a gas tank."
Everyone frowned.
"What?" Potus asked.  "It's just a saying."
CoS, thinking ahead, said, "Sir, what are you going to say?  We won't have any time to write up some talking points."
Potus thought about it.  He answered, "We'll use an old trick from the movies.  I'll just curse a lot and they'll have to bleep me out."
"Genius, Sir," exclaimed CoS.
"Have you ever heard of a sycophant?" asked Potus.  He strode out, motioning Johnson to follow.
CoS looked hurt as everyone left the Oval Office.  He struggled to gather up all his belongings and follow.