Q:now can u write a story about chara
i dont know who that is
"Mr. President! Mr. President, Sir!" Ference ran into the Oval Office holding a stack of files. He dropped them onto the President’s desk and stopped to catch his breath.
"Calm yourself, Andrew." The President was facing the window, a clear view of the Washington Monument and the bustling Constitution Avenue traffic in front of him. He reached a hand forward and touched a pane of glass, whispering, "my tiny subjects" over and over to the tourists taking pictures on the lawn.
"What seems to be the problem?" President Zdeno Chara turned around swiftly and faced his Chief of Staff.
"The war…" Ference gulped. "It’s not going well. We’re losing troops. We must make drastic measures." He pushed a file towards Chara with a radioactive symbol on it.
"NO!" Chara stood up and roared. He slammed his fist on the desk. The entire East Coast shook from an earthquake. 2012 rumors started again.
"I will not resort to nuclear warfare, do you understand me? The cost is too great! I will not have innocent civilians dying out there over a simple disagreement!" Chara shouted. Thunder and lightning were built up in the sky as his voice rose.
"What should we do, then?" Ference asked.
"I shall go speak to them." Chara rolled up his sleeves.
"But Sir, you cannot just go out onto the front lines! You’re putting your life in danger!"
"Andrew, you’ve been at my side for years. You must have faith in what I’m about to do."
Chara took a deep breath and put his Presidential hockey helmet on his head. He jumped out of the window and sprinted down Pennsylvania Ave to M street.
"HALT!" He shouted at the battling warriors.
Thousands of people on the Georgetown streets stopped what they were doing and stared at him. They were in shock that the President had joined their battle.
"My American people, why do you fight? Over what?" Chara picked up a piece of weaponry on the ground. "Cupcakes? Is that what your lives have come to?"
"But Mr. President," a lone hipster from Dupont stepped forward, his hands filled with frosting ammunition. "The world must understand that Georgetown Cupcake is the best."
"False!" A Californian college student wiped the wounds from her face. "Sprinkles rules all! The cake is much lighter!"
"All of you are wrong! Baked & Wired has frosting within!" A K Street businessman argued.
"ENOUGH!" Chara bellowed. "I decide who has the best cupcakes and this war shall end!" He opened his mouth and ate all three stores in one bite.
Everyone stared as he made his decision.
"All of these cupcakes are awful! Let’s just go to Shake Shack! I mandate it!" Chara pointed to the burger joint.
The air filled with screaming Republicans- “It’s a tax! It’s a tax!”
Chara fired a laser beam out of the palm of his hand at them. Only the wails of liberal Democrats remained, as they are vegetarians and don’t eat burgers.