Obama, Hillary Clinton, and Nancy Pelosi found themselves, after a shipwreck, the lone survivors washed up on the shore of an uninhabited island. They didn’t know what to do. They were hungry and thirsty. Obama looked up and saw some coconuts hanging from a tree and started to give a speech. Hillary told him to shut up and went over and pounded on the tree, yelling, “Fall, damn you, fall!” Pelosi sat on the beach and pretended to herself that she was meditating. Then Obama began screaming at Hillary, “Do something, you idiot!” Then he went on with a speech about the lack of resources on Pacific islands, which had been selfishly neglected by industrialists, but had to stop after two sentences, having lost his notes. The Hillary stopped pounding and began hugging the tree, while mumbling, “I didn’t mean it; I really love you, I love you” while baring her teeth.
A headhunter came to the edge of the jungle, looked at them, shook his head and turned back into the jungle. Nancy Pelosi sat on the beach as the high tide crept up to her shoulders, pretending she was a basketball getting a massage. Oops—dunk time!