Benjamin Bernanke stands up and stretches, after a long night sleeping on an old French colonial chair, prattling to himself over a philly blunt filled with A grade marijuana “I’m gonna get those bitches soon, real soon.”
He stares into a mirror and pulls out a small comb and grooms his beard to look perfect. He walks over to his 20 foot window and lifts up the Roman shade adorning it, revealing the sun rising on the horizon. Slowly, he pulled a pipe out of his pocket, filled to the brim with aromatic tobacco, and lights it. He then walks over to his desk and turns on his computer, browsing over some numbers and graphs, then turns it off.
As he walks out of his office with conviction and purpose, with a trail of pipe smoke in his path, he mutters to himself “I’m gonna get those bitches right now.”
NOTE: Either Tom Green or HELMUT BAKAITIS (the fucking architect from The Matrix) will play Ben Bernanke in my upcoming movie: 10 Trillion Ways to Die, Choose One