"What a sunshiney perfect day to be alive in and it is so happy!" exclaimed Obama. "Nothing could ever go wrong, and certainly not in such a way that it conveniently fits the machinations of some plot likely made under the influence of seriously illegal narcotics!" With that said, he skipped down the streets of the District of Columbia, gleaming brightly at the citizens all around him who really only had federal representation with power in him. His smile became even wider, somehow, when he saw a homeless and tattered looking Mitt Romney.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the real Mitt Romney! How do you feel about my programs to help the poor now?" inquired the president, who had won both times.
"Despairing. Obama-sama, please take me back," replied Romney in a robotic voice. As he said so, it became evident that his eyes projected light of their own and that he had empty bottles of petroleum around him. It also looked as if he had became so desperate that he had tried to eat petroleum jelly.
"Oh, its just Romneybot. Well, Romneybot, we all know that you can't actually feel love."
And with that, Obama continued going on his merry way through sunny DC, and noticed a few horrified constituents! Ever the proper representative of the great American public, Obama went to investigate the cause of the sorrow of his fellow Americans.
"O-obama sempai! Don't s-st-startle me, b-baka!" exclaimed one, before another slapped the weeaboo trash hard. The slapper spoke up.
"There's a mean ol' rabbit guy trying to kill us good citizens here in DC!" shouted he.
"Well, that doesn't fare well for us!" remarked Obama. He smiled in no particular direction, and then a baby simply appeared in his hands and he kissed it. The baby then dissapeared. "But, my good constituents, worry not! For our houses are, thanks to the policies of the democratic government, warm and snuggly and ever so safe! He can scratch and scratch for all he's worth-" Obama tried to say, but before he could finish a shady looking policeman took out a baton and began wacking him with it. The policeman then taped a ticket to Obama's jacket, with the words "VIOLATION OF THE NO FURTHER REFERENCES TO MONTY PYTHON ACT" proudly displayed on it. The weeaboo trash then exclaimed that very few laws in America are called acts before his prior slapper took out a comically large hard foam hammer and whacked her on the head with it. She put her hands on her head and then exclaimed, "Waaagh!", to the delite of the police officer who commented on the moral nature of her exclamation.
Obama, however, was furious. He stomped back to the White House and began an evil plot to regain his dignity.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the real Mitt Romney! How do you feel about my programs to help the poor now?" inquired the president, who had won both times.
"Despairing. Obama-sama, please take me back," replied Romney in a robotic voice. As he said so, it became evident that his eyes projected light of their own and that he had empty bottles of petroleum around him. It also looked as if he had became so desperate that he had tried to eat petroleum jelly.
"Oh, its just Romneybot. Well, Romneybot, we all know that you can't actually feel love."
And with that, Obama continued going on his merry way through sunny DC, and noticed a few horrified constituents! Ever the proper representative of the great American public, Obama went to investigate the cause of the sorrow of his fellow Americans.
"O-obama sempai! Don't s-st-startle me, b-baka!" exclaimed one, before another slapped the weeaboo trash hard. The slapper spoke up.
"There's a mean ol' rabbit guy trying to kill us good citizens here in DC!" shouted he.
"Well, that doesn't fare well for us!" remarked Obama. He smiled in no particular direction, and then a baby simply appeared in his hands and he kissed it. The baby then dissapeared. "But, my good constituents, worry not! For our houses are, thanks to the policies of the democratic government, warm and snuggly and ever so safe! He can scratch and scratch for all he's worth-" Obama tried to say, but before he could finish a shady looking policeman took out a baton and began wacking him with it. The policeman then taped a ticket to Obama's jacket, with the words "VIOLATION OF THE NO FURTHER REFERENCES TO MONTY PYTHON ACT" proudly displayed on it. The weeaboo trash then exclaimed that very few laws in America are called acts before his prior slapper took out a comically large hard foam hammer and whacked her on the head with it. She put her hands on her head and then exclaimed, "Waaagh!", to the delite of the police officer who commented on the moral nature of her exclamation.
Obama, however, was furious. He stomped back to the White House and began an evil plot to regain his dignity.