You wake up on a nice sunny Saturday morning, the sun beaming in your eyes. You get out of bed and went down stairs to make some breakfast until you saw a president in the middle of your living room. You were definitely shocked by the present, but you were more co fused on what was sticking out. Feet. Soft, smooth feet with the big toes tied together. You call out to whoever is inside, only to hear nothing.

What do you do?