"HULK SMASH!"
A screech blasted across the woman's bathroom as general kernel sanders demolished everything in his path.
I glazed across room locking eyes with the beautiful man child. "Your reign of terror ends here sanders-san" I yell. I then perform the double cup cheek clap 3 inch jitsu spin move and slap that bitch to the shadow realm. "All in a days work" I say as I turn around and autograph a woman's baby. As I walk back to my cop car that flies because it's actually a space ship meaning it's like a space cop car people gather around me in awe and to cheer. "HURRAY FOR OBAMA" one yells in the back of the crowd. Another yells "OBAMA HOW DO YOU BE SO AWESOME". I answer, "you see it's quite simple every day since birth, I smoke a bowl of crack cocaine". Right as I'm reaching for the door of my space cop car a little girl walks up to me, her large pouty eyes making me feel the urge to talk to her. As I walk up to her she asks "Mr. Obama, why do you do this, why do you risk your life to keep us safe". As she says this I have a ptsd flash back causing me to have an epileptic fit as I drop kick her launching her into the door of my cop car as I lay there convulsing on the floor...
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Detective Obama: Space Police
FanfictionHis name is Obama, and he's the new detective in town, space town.
