The oval office.
Jim Jordan are sitting on the couches in the oval office when Trump walks in. "Sup future speaker. Sup Wheels," he says nodding.
Jordan raises an eyebrow as Scalise busts out laughing and responding, "What's up Peach Cobbler."
"Oh, Donald and I made a bet," Scalise explained, "on who could leak a story CNN would run with. His was the two scoops of ice cream story. Mine was that Secret Service saw him fucking a peach cobbler."
"Let them keep talking about it. Hell, ENCOURAGE them to talk about it"
"You want them to over commit and think they've already won."
Trump grabbed his diet coke off the table and raised it to Scalise.
Jim shrugged. "I mean... you said put a broken My Little Pony doll on his desk, and as soon as I did, he broke down."
"Hey, just out of curiosity, where's the quiet guy that's always hanging around?" Scalise asked, looking around the Oval Office curiously.
In the skies above New York, Fridge Intern falls gracefully, his mind set on the mission at hand, high-tech goggles zeroed in
"BUT WE'RE LIVE!"
"THEN CUT THE DAMN FEED!"
"I THOUGHT YOU SAID I TASTED GREAT?!"
"I LIED! IT TASTES LIKE SHIT AND 3 DECADES OF REGRET!!!! OH GOD ITS SO SALTYYYYYY"