Obama died and went to hell. Everyone was annoyed by a negro hanging about, so they let him return to Earth for a while. Obama crawled out of the ground into an America of the future. He went to a bar in Chicago he used to like, sat down, the bardude came over and poured him a drink. Obama asked the bardude how were things, he answered that everything was great, there was no more poverty, everyone was happy, all the gays were long gone and there was world peace under a single benevolent global superpower. Satisfied, Obama finished his drink, took out his wallet and asked the bardude how much he owed. The bardude answered him that it was 5 Chinese Yuan.