Daria's Petition
"So Daria..."
"Yes Jane?"
"How exactly is that petition you made to get Justin Bieber deported going?"
"It's well over the 100,000 signature threshold, now the White House has to respond."
"...You do realize that they'll probably just say no. Right?"
"Yes. However now that the whiny pop star has become the politician's problem, it's now just a matter of time before something is done about it."
At 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
From outside the White House the sounds of 'Favorite Girl' could be faintly heard from an open window in the President's daughters room.
Inside the Oval Office however a man by the name of Barack Obama was turning his iPod up to the max so he wouldn't have to hear it.
"Thank God for Gin and Juice!"
Obama's gaze then fell on his computer screen, specifically the stupid petition site which had the latest one on the top of the list.
"Deport Justin Bieber, huh? Well there's no way we could pull that off..."
Obama's face slowly morphed into something sinister.
"But I think we could get away with a more... permanent solution."
From outside the White House, the faint sounds of 'Forever Baby' were drowned out by mad cackling.
The Next Day...
"Well what do you know? That petition wasn't really needed after all."
Daria just shrugged her shoulders while she and Jane read the latest TMZ news report about Justin Bieber.
He was reported dead of a major codeine overdose, at the age of 19.
Other than his teenage fans (who didn't know any better), not a single fuck was given.
FIN