Oh and they built this big perimeter around DC like it was fucking Jurassic Park because we got a dinosaur in the white house and for some reason his vice president was a camel. Anyway it was against the law for dinosaurs to do basically anything in the government so the real president was chillin in Florida at a sweet beach house with bunkers n shit. Right when he was about to go hunt down the dinosaur, I found my pants in the refrigerator and woke up.