MegaMan Will Be Watching!

I wasn't sure how all this would save the world, but I was leaving the halls of Congress with grants and checks worth millions to start my Monster Insurance company. Read here to learn of the ground-breaking idea that started the entire company. I had plenty of new friends and business associates to help me with the legal and technical aspects of setting up a company and I was enthused that after only four months I had friends in both the legislative and the executive branch of government.This I knew would serve benefit my aspirations to save the world.

Despite the long and technical explanations on how and where this money came from and how it would create jobs and stimulate the economy, I accepted the money. I just didn't understand the economic theories behind where the money was coming from, but hey what the hell, I still hadn't figured out who Santa Claus is either. My suspicions are that this Santa Claus provides some sort of training or indoctrination for future Congressional and Political leaders on how to pass out gifts and favors for those who are nice to them.

I should study this Santa Claus economic theory, it might benefit my business at a later date.

I decided to set up my corporate headquarters in Indianapolis. This is where I started after all.

I purchased my ticket, boarded the plane and headed back.

During my flight to Indianapolis, I received a phone call from a gentleman identifying himself as a member of the Nobel Peace Prize Committee.

"Mr. MegaMan..I am Gunther Bugerhiemr and I represent the Nobel Peace Prize Committee. I understand that you are an alien visitor..from let me see here the planet Pronghornia? Is that correct?" The man seemed quite official and I suspected deserved the utmost of respect from me.

"Yes Sir.."

" I understand that you are here to save the world? Is that correct?" his questions were short and official.

 "Yes Sir"

 "What are you going to to do for the world and please be brief."

 "I'm going to stop hunger, stop killing, stop torture,..." The entire list of plans for saving mankind took over 20 minutes to explain to him. "Oh and really I despise this practice of stepping on ants..we have to stop that, save the ants..they to are creatures and save flies, after all flies are living creatures as such and having world leaders such as President Obama going around killing innocent flies..well if earth is to have peace all life forms have to.."

"I've heard enough.." The phone went dead. I scratched my head wondering what that was all about.

My plane landed. I got off and with my Santa Claus stimulus money, I rented a loft apartment in downtown Indianapolis.

The next day the doorbell rang. In front of me stood President Barrack Obama. He slapped me across the face, rather wimpish if I might say so.

The President looked about ready to explode. Seconds later, he tackled me. Then he bit my ear. Then he punched me. I easily pushed him off me. As my ear bled, he yelled for the secret service to hold me down. Several large men in black suits and dark sun-glasses restrained me. I would have shaken them off with my super-powers, but I suspected angering the Prez any further may endanger my planned Monster Insurance Corporation and my plans to save the world.

As the secret service restrained me the President punched me.

He continued to yell and scream. "Where is it..you stole my award..you fucking alien bastard. I promised to bring peace, I kissed every Arabian ass I could find, I kissed the Europeans asses, the Chinese asses, the Gays Asses..I promised everything to everyone to get that prize..I want it.." Then he began to cry.

Frankly I was confused.

The secret service searched my empty luxury loft apartment.

As the President left he said. "I'll find the Nobel Peace Prize you bastard..and when I do I'm taking it back..Cause I'm the President and I can do anything I want. So there." Then he stuck his tongue out at me, swiveled around on the balls of his toes and stormed angrily down the hall.

I shrugged my shoulders, scratched my bald head and returned to my apartment confused.

Minutes later I received a phone call from Gunther. " We have stripped the Peace Prize from the President and given it to you..you may at some later future date bring much more peace to the world than President Obama. And that's what it's for after all. The best Bullshitter with the best bullshit on how he or she is going to bring peace to the world..You are truly a great bullshitter. Congratulations on winning the Nobel Peace Prize.."

Wow I won The Nobel Peace Prize..I was a hero..