Sure, here's a wonderful scenario that I'm about to make up.
scchhhh President Obama, we've located the iron takers. Over scchhhh
scchhh Alright. We're about to make some changes, in this bitch. Calling all iron retrievers. Oompa loompas are trapped in my brain. I repeat, Oompa loompas are trapped in my brain. Over sccchhh
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Gang Members: What the hell is that sound?
Woosh! Clank!
Gang Member: My glock!
Woosh! Woosh! Woosh! Clankclankclank!
Gang Members: It's ghosteses! Ahh!! Let's get out a here!!
Obama: (standing at the door way) Ahhh No. It's just your friendly Ahh neighborhood president.
Gang Leader: You just messed up for real, Obama! Blast this fool!
Obama: Ahh. I don't think so, your guns are now under Ahh my control.