"Impeachment support over 51!" she chortled.
The plan was coming to fruition. All of these years, all the blood, sweat, and corruption. FINALLY.
Michelle tipped her head to him.
"You taught me well husband. The deception, the dirty tricks, fooling millions. Just like your election."
"Indeed."
"On screen," said Michelle.
A figure cloaked in a black hood appeared.
"Deep State Agent 44, at your service my liege."
"The first phase has been masterfully executed," said Michelle. "Well done."
Michelle basked in his praise. It was mandatory. Without it: Death.
"What next, my love?" He asked, his face growing dark with the evil coursing through his veins.
She was always scheming.
"Next? We trigger the Impeachment Option of course. Soon -- soon, our Pelosi will be President, and then THE LEFT SHALL REIGN SUPREME!"
They laughed blackishly.
On the other side of Washington, a cross on a wall turned upside down.
Speaker Nancy Pelosi had her sign. She donned her helmet, and prepared for war.