Bernanke sat slumped against the cold brick wall as rain fell on him like buckets were being dumped straight above from a helicopter. He had a hollow look on his face. If you didn't know his story you may have viewed him as a beaten man, but that wasn't the case. He had beaten all odds.
Bernanke stood up and walked strong into the blowing wind. His chest was bare and his muscles rippled like an iron worker after an 8 hour shift. Directly in from of him was the Hill and on it stood the capitol building. He had been waiting until dark to make his move and the sun had just finished setting.
Two guards stood at the entrence. As Bernanke walked casually passed them one said, "Hey! You can't go in there!" Bernanke turned coily and said, "I do what I want." Then Bernanke took his pinky and chocked both men to death with it, at the same time.
He bent down at the door frame and set some dynomite next to it. "I could kick these doors open if I wanted, but I like watching things explode."
After the dust cleared he waltzed in and right up to the Bill of Rights. He broke the glass with his forehead and took the parchment from the container. "Look who's the bitch now?" He asked rhetorically.
He rolled up the papers and put them in his back pocket. "Hasta la vista, bitchez."
He stepped outside as a helicopter landed in front of the steps. Timmah Geithner gave him the thumbs up and Bernanke swung in. "It's over Timmah. It's all over."
"Timmah!" Shrieked Geithner as he flew them away into the pitch dark night.