This takes me back to my Sophomore year. I had a terrible tumour in my earlobe, so I went to the Doctor, and he diagnosed it to be earlobe cancer. He said it had to be removed immediately, as it was the deadliest form of cancer. The slutty anaesthesiologist put me under, and when I awoke, I was in a dark room with nothing but a skylight letting moonlight through. My friend Alex swivelled around to face me in a big ominous chair, and he was petting a white cat. He explained that he intended to use the power harnessed from the earlobe tumour to turn everyone in the world into a Mexican, and then Obama rappelled through the skylight dressed as Captain America, and punched him in the face. He melted into a puddle, but his face was still there, and then Obama yelled "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a bailout!" He then activated a pair of rocket boots the were propelled by money instead of fuel. Then I woke up.