(telephone rings)
Bernanke: Hello grrrrumphfff
Obama: This Obama. Wake up.
Bernanke: Grrrrump. Yeah? Sir?
Obama: See them reelection numbers son?
Bernanke: I'm a republican.
Obama: What? Listen up. Them numbers goin down in lockstep with gas goin up. Do something, but not yet.
Bernanke: Well, sir, I kind of have this helecopter moniker attached, so you know...
Obama: I don't give a rats flipping ***. I just pooped out Osama, son. Din't you see that? What! Boy wasn't even packing and we blasted his *** anyway. Kapowee! Dropped that rat ******* off the back a that big ol ship ******* W goofed up on. Ha ha! Get some, son. Don't get me started on CME. I called them whores up and look at me now. Who need a central banker? What! I got a plan, kid, a plan that gonna whoop yo ***. I take silver. I take Osama. What should I take next, huh? Them flippin' *** Glenn Beck gold worshiping dipsticks? Watch me. Ha. I get 'em all.
Bernanke: Are you threaten...
Obama: Hell no. We're boys. Remember who put yo *** back in. I need more Hoenig. Nothing now. Too early. But I need more Hoenigs. Hell, call up that Stanford guy and them other 22 and ask for another letter or something. Tell them to make it more convincing this time. Get a couple libs on board. Who we gots that don't like you going all Thomas Paine up in this bitch?
Bernanke: I see what I can do, sir. We're already jawboning gas prices down. So is EIA.
Obama: Straight, bro! But not yet.
Still like gold and silver?