Aide: Sir, the president of Equatorial Guinea is here.
M7: Tell him we already got food from another hotel.
Aide: Equatorial Guinea, sir. Not Hotel Equatoria.
M7: Oh…why is he here? I only invited my BFF Paul.
Aide: Maybe it’s because there’s too much noise there. They are hosting the African Cup.
M7: (Sigh) Okay! Give him a drink and make him comfortable.
Aide: Drinks are over, sir.
M7: What’s there?
Aide: Some chicken and maybe some medals.
M7: Okay. Give him one.
Aide: Chicken or medal?
M7: What do you think?
Aide: But will one chicken be enough?
M7: Give him a medal you fool! All the chicken is for my BFF paul.
Aide: Okay. What should I write on the medal.
M7: What good things has he done?
Aide: I don’t know. Maybe staying in power for long?
M7: Presidents of these days! These are the people who are Africa’s problem. Write “Medal of Excellence”.
Aide: Excellence in what?
M7: What am I, psychic? How the hell should I know? Excellence in getting a medal. Go!