When Marvin awoke, he was in some sort of strange room. Nothing was in it, and the walls were pure white, much like the building from before. He reached for his space gun, but it was gone! Those humans must have taken it! The same ones who must have tied his hands and feet to the chair he was it. Before Marvin could fully figure out what was going on, the door opened. And in came the important man himself, Barack Obama. Obama sat in the chair in front of Marvin, the only other thing in the room. And looked him up and down. "So, the day has finally come." He said to himself. Marvin suddenly triggered a rampage, thrashing up and down. "LET ME GO! YOU PEOPLE ARE MAKING ME VERY, VERY ANGRY!" "Hmm.." Obama pondered. "Maybe they should have gagged you also..."
"GET ME OFF THIS PLANET! I WANT TO GO BACK HOME TO MARS!" "Mars?"
"YES, MARS!" "So that's where you're from?"
"Yes, and I'll take you there if you let me go." "Well...I have always wanted to go to Mars..." Obama though for a moment, then nodded. Hitting a button and Marvin was free. "I'M FREE! I'M FREE!" He ran around Obama in circles as fast as his little short legs could let him. "NOW FOLLOW ME!" He headed out of the room, somehow knowing his way exactly around the white house. Obama followed the small Martian, not knowing what else to do. Marvin called some of his buddies from Mars that he forgot about when he crash landed, and hopped into the spaceship, bring Obama with him.
When they finally reached Mars, Marvin and Obama exited the ship, and Marvin's friend left to go have an a party. Obama listened as Marvin showed him around and then Marvin came to his weapon, made to destroy Earth. "Now, this is going to destroy your planet." Marvin pointed out. "...What?" Obama asked, confused. He was wondering if the martian was joking or not. "Well, without the leader of your planet, no one will know what to do. Not that you could anyways."Marvin shrugged, aiming the lazor at the green and blue planet. "BUT YOU CAN'T!" Obama said, tackling him. Marvin pushed Obama off, using his gun to make him really, really tiny. Then Marvin's hairy buddy came along and took Obama. "OH BOY! I new pet! I will love him and pet him and squeeze him!" Marvin then shrugged, his buddy was happy. And aimed the lazor at the Earth. Aiming...Aiming...Aiming, then fired. It hit the Earth exactly in the center. It exploded. "Noooooo!" you could hear Obama's now high picked voice scream. But it was drowned out from the explosions.
Obama lived the rest of his life as Marvin's Buddy's pet. Being hugged and cuddled and squeezed and cared for. The only though ever in his head now was "Why did I have to be president...?"
THE END.
