"Oh, for God's sake, Toby, It's not that hard!" Bartlet's voice carried out of the Oval when Charlie opened the door. He and Leo exchanged a confused look as Toby replied:

"Mr. President, you have had a lot of crazy ideas, but this by far has to be the most illogical and insufferable-"

"What the hell is going on here?" Leo asked, coming into the room. Toby and the President were standing in the Oval, clearly at an impasse. Neither was red in the face yet, so it wasn't as bad as Leo had thought.

"Would you please explain to Toby that I'm right?" the President said. He looked as though Toby had offended every sensibility he possessed.

"Would you please tell the president that his idea, while well-intentioned, is the very definition of the word ludicrous?" Toby said. His expression was a little less dramatic; it was what he often adopted when dealing with some of Sam's more out there ideas.

"Depends on what the idea is," Leo said, more than a little curious.

"Toby thinks I can't teach Cerulean chess!" Bartlet huffed.

"Chess?" Leo repeated.

"Yes, chess. A game that is difficult for adults, let alone a six-year-old," Toby said.

"My girls learned chess as children!"

"You have got to be kidding me. Are we seriously spending time on this?" Leo asked.

"It's an important issue, Leo," the President insisted.

"It really isn't, Mr. President," the Chief of Staff replied. "If you two really want an answer, you can ask Sam or Cerulean what they think. In the meantime, can we talk about something a little more urgent?"