Disclaimer: the peole/events depicted are purely fictional. Any similarities with real people/events is coincidental.

Obama was worried. His order had not come in yet. Obama had ordered 10,000 tanks from so that they would be ready for when his best friend Putin came over for dinner. Obama loved to display the tanks in the Whitehouse, flaunting his military might. He and Putin both did this, and always tried to one-up eachother's tanks. It was like a friendly competition between friends. Obama would often find himself in the winner's circle, since Russia's economy was weakened by years of soul crushing communism. This never bothered Putin though. He was just glad he and Obana were such good friends. Obama was different, he was much more competitive.

Finally he couldn't wait any longer. Obama took out his Obama-phone and called the president of Amazon. "Listen, uhh, Mr. President. I was, uhh, promised by your company that my, uhh, order would be sent in 3-4 business days. It has been 5. As Black President of the United Stayes, I, uhh, demand to know what happened to my order!"

"Well Mr. President," said the man on the other line, "it appears your order has been cancelled."

The commander in chief began to sweat profusely. He looked like two greasy hamburgers that were fresh off the grill at a 4th of July party that were also sweating profusely. No square inch of his body was dry. In fact, every square inch of his body was the opposite if dry. It was wet. But he wasn't sweating profusely because his order was cancelled. No. That could be dealt with one way or another. It was the Nan's voice that made him wet.

Obama's voice shook like the state of California. "Y-You're not the President of Amazon! You're GEORGE ZIMMERMAN!"

"You just got film flamed by the zim zam."