Hello, Frank. By the time you hear this, it'll be over.
The President is most likely dead, and so am I.
I wonder, Frank, did you kill me?
Who won our game?
Not that it really matters, for among friends like you and me, it's not whether you win or lose but how you play the game, and now the game is done and it's time to get on with your life.
But I worry, Frank, that you have no life to get on with.
You're a good man, and good men like you and me are destined to walk a lonely road.
Goodbye, and good luck.