Nuclear Winter
Barack Obama sat back on his chair.
He had never dealt with a crisis like this before.
He traced the robots existence with a machine and the machine said Mars.
A picture of Mars came on the machine.
Obama thought it over carefully.
"It seems the robot is from Mars," thought Obama, "Then the solution is too blow up Mars!!"
Obama sat back on his chair and laughed. That was easy. This would solve everything.
Now he could solve the problem and it would all be over... he reached his hand to the nuclear button...
"Don't press that button." he looked up. The King of Martians was looming over him.
The King of Martians put on a menacing grin, and smiled menacingly.
"Don't you dare make me bring Batol in here..." said the King of Martians.
"What do you think you're doing!" shouted Obama, getting up.
The King of Martians jumped up on the table, and in doing so, accidenly pressed the nuclear button.
"Oh no!" screamed the King of Martians, rushing out to Batol, "Batol, you have to destroy that missle!"
And so Batol flew into the sky to destroy the nuek.
The King of Martians rushed outside and looked as Batol dissapeared into the cloudy sky.
He hoped that Batol could destroy the nuke in time.
The King of Martians sighed, this had been his worst mistake ever.
