“Why would I be nervous? Hillary looked at herself—rather himself—in the mirror. There was no way she wanted to win the presidency disguised by the Cheeto-hued paunchy mass that was Donald Trump’s physique. “Don’t be a moron, Melania. I’m a winner. Today is going to be huge, like tremendous.”
“If you haven’t checked your phone, we have to leave in ten minutes.”
“The Secret Service are stronger than you, don’t fight this,” Trump offered.
“Nothing to worry about? Are you crazy!?!” Trump shouted.
The voice didn’t respond.
“Um, Madam Justice, aren’t you forgetting one thing?” Hillary asked.