Copter Enthuzaster is cruising through the skies with his bounty of ship parts stowed away inside of his helicopter. He notices that his fuel is starting to run low again, and that he once more has no more left in his reserves. He surveys the area, but all he finds around him is rocky hills and canyons. A glance at his radar reveals something else in the air space with him, and he peers through his binoculars to see Air Force One flying in the distance. He picks up his radio and begins speaking into it as he approaches Air Force One.
"Are you reading me? I'm in the small helicopter near your left wing, I was wondering if you could spare some fuel for a fellow airman." Enthuzaster speaks, and after a few seconds, the radio crackles to life with Obama's voice.
"You are flying in a, uh, restricted airspace. We will be shooting you down. Over." As soon as the message ends, a massive cloud of drones with Obama's face plastered all over them exits from Air Force One, which speeds off while the drones swarm the Cybr-Copter and begin dismantling it in the air. Enthuzaster reaches on either side of his seat and picks up the Onyx Obliterator and Diamond Devastator, attempting to blast the drones away before they can do any more damage to his beloved helicopter. However many he manages to blast away, it's never enough, as a seemingly endless amount of drones continues attacking, morphing their shapes to latch on to the helicopter until it's able to remain airborne, and plummets out of the sky. Before it even hits the ground, one of the Obama drones pierces the fuel tank, causing it to violently explode and send Enthuzaster and the rest of the Cybr-Copter's contents in a smoldering spiral down into a deep canyon on the ground. A few minutes after he lands on the ground, unconscious, burnt, and torn apart, a small creature known as Goblor creeps over to the remains and begins dragging them away into a nearby cave.
Inside of Air Force One, Obama and Joe Biden clink their ice cream cones together and each take a big lick.
"I gotta hand it to you, Joe, I had doubts, but this was a pretty good idea. This planet certainly makes a good cone." Obama says. "What do you say we give Mr. Heartlance a call and see how he's faring against our forces?"
In the White House, the Cabinet has miraculously managed to fend off the brunt of Obama's fleet, but the House has sustained serious damages. Heartlance is in the process of applying an entire box of bandaids to various spots of his body when he hears his phone ring with a big smiling picture of Obama on the screen.
"Oh, crap, everyone stay quiet, I'll take this. Just remember what we rehearsed." the President says in a hushed tone, before picking up the call and putting on a dramatic, exhausted-sounding voice.
"Please, Obama, call off your Obamoids, it's too much for us to handle. We're sorry, you're clearly a better fit to rule this planet than I. Come and meet us at the White House, we have a little surprise ready for you, and then I'll formally hand over ownership of Radica." the President says with his fingers crossed behind his back.
"I, uh, didn't expect as much from you, but it's good that you've come to your senses. I will be arriving shortly, and, uh, any funny business will be met with, uhhh, instant death." Obama responds, before hanging up. The President wipes a boatload of sweat off of his forehead, and then looks back at the other members of the Cabinet, who are working on making a big "WE'RE SORRY" sign and baking a cake with Moe's face on it.
"Pick up the pace, he's on his way." the President says, and the others nod and hurry along.
Copter Enthuzaster's eyes open up, his senses dulled and his sight blurred. He's resting on a stone slab, and an occasional great blast of heat comes from somewhere nearby. The source of the heat soon becomes apparent, as Goblor, wearing a peanut butter jar on his head as a makeshift welding mask, moves the torch into Enthuzaster's line of vision, before welding something to his chest. Enthuzaster tries to move his body, but finds himself unable, forced to endure the pain as Goblor repairs what little was left of him after the crash, repurposing some of the Cybr-Copter's debris and contents to upgrade his body in the process. Enthuzaster slips into unconsciousness again, and by the time he wakes up, his new body is fully operational, and he sits up, staring down at his roboticized form, testing out his new fingers. He reaches out and taps Goblor, causing a small propeller to sprout from the little goblin's forehead, as Enthuzaster begins to speak in a deeply warbled metallic voice.
"This world…couldn't possibly hope to curb the wrath…of Copter Doom."
In an outhouse in the Painforest, Alan is desperately evacuating his bowels. Just outside of the door, Alan's Stand, The Box, sits dormant, resembling an intricate puzzle cube of sorts. A faint squeak can be heard as a segment of The Box rotates, and an ethereal blue glow is emitted from it.