Obama woke up shortly after SpongeBob had left for work. He noticed that the room was empty, and Shrek was in the other room. Cooking up some eggs. Obama put on his pants and groggily slunk into the other room.

"Good tae see yew awake, sleepy-poo!" Shrek chirped. Gary was already eating his snail-chow, and seemed not to mind the two strangers. "I made us some dinner."

"So, we're just gonna act like this is all... normal?" Obama asked, sitting down. The area between his legs was still sensitive from where SpongeBob had played with him. Shrek shrugged. "And did you say dinner? It's only-" Obama looked at the clock, shocked at the time. "Oh. It's already 7 PM." Shrek divvied out the eggs and they ate, still adjusting to their new environment.

"Awfully naice of the yellow lad to let us sleep over fer the weekend," Shrek pointed out. Obama nearly choked.

"The weekend??" Gary let out a surprised meow. "Sorry Gary." He turned his attention back to Shrek. "Onion, we can't just stay here! I have a presidency to run!"

Shrek rolled his eyes. "Ah, what a løad of horse shite. President's don't really do anything, do they?" Obama paused.

"No, I guess not." They finished eating, and Shrek stood up.

"Well, I'm gonna go tae the store. Those were tha last of tha eggs." Obama laughed a little.

"Well then, have fun." He stood up to kiss his big green hubby, and Shrek left.