The sky seemed like home for the president. There he felt free and could move in as many directions as he could perceive. Of course, the only numbers he needed to know were 50 stars and 13 stripes. Andrew Jackson dropped his gun. He felt no need for it being as high up as he was. The president simply moved his hand up to his forehead to give a salute to the sky, a salute to his bright blue American sky. His gun stayed slightly upwards in relation to Jackson himself who was in fact falling. Fuchsia, on the other hand, was in fact rising, having jumped up to meet the president midair. He swung his hammer, and Jackson didn't care. He was too free to care.

The president put his arms foreword, grabbing the spikes with his bare hands and gripping them tightly. The dirty towel head zombie had a similar tactic. Jackson didn't like using terrorist tactics, but he had no choice but to. Maybe he'd give the zombie citizenship for teaching such a move. No, he wasn't nearly American enough. Andrew Jackson held the spike tightly. Using the spikes, the president attempted to climb to the other side, and clinging with one arm. Both of Andrew Jackson's hands were American, and therefore they were both free- however, one was actually free. As in, free to grab at whatever it wanted. Using said hand, Jackson decided he wanted to smack the boy. He reared his arm and attempted to smack Fuchsia right on the arm.

 "Your name was Fuchsia right? That's a purplish color? Well the only colors I need to know are red, white, and blue!"