I was sleeping in my bed. It must have been three or four in the morning. I was dreaming about yellow fetuses and grapefruits when I heard my bedroom creek open. I was terrified. I remained under my blanket. I didn’t want to see the horrors. Through my brain I was thinking of what may happen. Demons? No, that can’t be right. A burglar? No, no. Aliens? No. That’s not it. Shrek? No, no it can’t be Shrek. Right as I say that my covers are ripped off. I try to let out a gasp but nothing comes out. Then, I look up, and standing at the foot of my bed is the chocolate god himself. “Obama?” I ask as he stares into my soul. “Yes, my child. It is I.” Obama lets out a laugh as he grabs my pants and pulls them towards my feet. I yell “NO OBAMA NO” but he keeps pulling. I try to pull them back up but have you ever had a pant tug-a-war with Obama? He’s really good at it. He managed to tear my pants completely off. He then grabbed me and flipped me over so that I was facing away from him at my bedroom window. I could see the moonlight. It was beautiful. So beautiful that I almost didn’t notice the massive chocolate worm sliding inside of me. “Oh god, Mr Obama. Oh god no.” Obama crept up to my neck and whispered in my ear “Please. Call me Barrack”. Barrack’s cock slid into my sock. “Barrack you freak what are you doing?” He shushed me as he came on me, his cum a strange neon color. “What the fuck?” I yelled as I saw it dissolving my skin. “Well how about that. Obama’s cum is acid”. Obama then kissed me goodnight and he flew out of my window, still with a boner. Looks like I didn’t satisfy him. I cried myself to sleep that night. Wasn’t a total loss, though. Now I can shit in half a second. I miss his choco dong. But it doesn’t miss me.