Growling at John, George needed to use all his willpower to not choke him. "You idiot!! Do you realize what you have done?!"

Confused, John looked at his bandmate and said; "What? Isn't getting rid of that racist, sexist, anti semitic, islamophobic, homophobic prick a good thing?"

"It is... IF MIKE PENCE WON'T BE THE NEXT PRESIDENT!!!!!!!"

"...... I never thought of that.." John stuttered, too shocked at the revelation to speak.

Looking over at the orange Cheeto with the blonde toupee, John then had a crazy idea. "I got it! We can pretend to be that guy for a while so we can make sure Pence won't be the next president!"

"And how will we be able to do that?!" George snapped, clenching his fists

"We'll turn invisible and use this guy as a sock puppet. And then we'll go to do a speech."

Groaning, George reluctantly became transparent and held up one side of the corpse while John held the other. "Alright Georgie! Time to do our first and only presidential meeting!"

Once it was time for the meeting, the two helped the corpse up to the pedestal. "Alright, time to end this.." George thought. Then putting on his best New York accent, he began to speak.

"Hey all my fellow American idi- I mean citizens! I am here to give you all a very important speech. I decided to do an experiment where we'll all try to go without a president for a year, since I admit, I'm terrible at this job."

All the reporters were shocked to hear those words come out of the president.

"He's admitting that he's a bad president?"

"Also I'll shut down my Twitter after I realized how much of a baby I was there. And not to mention that the fence won't be built because really, it would take years to finally finish! Also tell the airports to let all refugees in, since they all really need a home where they can live without fear of being killed. Also the whole phone tapping thing was a lie."

"Is trump actually admitting his mistakes?" A reporter wondered. "I thought I'd never see this day!"

"That's all I wanted to say. God bless the Que- I mean America!" And with that the corpse was carried out and thrown into a nearby dumpster.

"I think they fell for it!" John exclaimed with glee.

"Hopefully, but oh god that bigot really ought to have lost some weight! I felt like I was carrying a pile of bricks!"

"Well I guess that's what happens when he's been eating nothing but that awful food at his grill and KFC. I mean, he eats fried chicken, which is finger food, with a fork and knife. What's next, does he eat steak with his hands?"

"And speaking of finger food, let's eat!"

"Hungry already?.." John snickered, but then he had a thought. "Wait.. I think Gluttony has gotten to him.. Just like what Lust did to me.. I'd better keep an eye on him."

So walking down the streets of New York City, John found himself at a very special place.. More specifically, a memorial. Looking down on the sidewalk, John saw the word "Imagine" in the center of a stone circle with pictures of him covering it.

"Th.. This was made... For me.." He thought. Leaning down at the memorial, John shed a few tears. "This photo looks like the one I gave to Julian when I reunited with him... Did he.."

But his thoughts were stopped when he saw a familiar face approaching the memorial. "Oh crap! It's Sean! I can't let him see me now.." John panicked before quickly hiding in some bushes.

Meanwhile at Times Square, an enormous figure stomped towards a nearby Burger King with a huge grimace on its face. "My influence will spread all across this continent, and with Lust gone, maybe I can take over all of Europe as well!"