"Lois! Holy crap!" Peter says, in a panicky and slightly excited voice. "There's a plane Lois! You have to believe me!" 

"Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedah, why would a plane be coming for you? You are just fat and not important!"

Peter hangs his head low. His wife, Lois, had just put him in his place. "Holy crap," he thought, "why did i think this?"

Peter walks hoem very sad. He lost his job, his family and his house. He had nothing. His home was now the Clams Bar.

"...And then he said i will woop you! hahaha! Oh, hey peter. Whats got you feeling down?" 

"I dont k joe, the whole divorce with Lois has gotten me to feel pretty down. I never thought she would leave me, Joe." Peter slouched back, revealing 6 sweaty fat rolls under his chin. There was a very small visible amount of hairs on his fat rools.

"Wow Peter, i didnt think you would fall to this extent. After all, didnt you have that meeting with the president, Donald J. Trump?

"Wow Joe, i totally forgot! i was supposed to meet with DJT..." Peter checks his Cars Lightning McQueen watch. "Huh! 3 minutes ago! Im late!"

Peter gets out of his seet, drinks the rest of his bear and runs to the door. The look on his face, when he sees the rightful President of The United States of America at the entrance to his favoirite bar.