Rudy Giuliani walked into the darkened Oval Office, wringing his hands. A liver spot fell from his paper-thin skin and on to the lush presidential carpet.
From the shadows Trump emerged, hair first.
"What's this I hear about a ticket to Vienna, Rudy?"
From the shadows Trump emerged, hair first.
"What's this I hear about a ticket to Vienna, Rudy?"
Giuliani fell to his knees before Trump, the pain in his knees reminiscent of a few escapades he'd had in old Times Square.
"I'm sorry, Mr President, it was a -- mistake. I meant to buy you some port, but instead I called the airport."
Trump grunted, skeptical.
"I'm sorry, Mr President, it was a -- mistake. I meant to buy you some port, but instead I called the airport."
Trump grunted, skeptical.
"I give you everything, Rudy," Trump wheezed. "The spot next to me in the sauna. Sean Hannity's private line. The webcam to watch Eric in his enclosure. Everything. And this is how you repay me?"
"Im sorry sir," Giuliani said, tears streaming from his eyes and into his mouth.
"Im sorry sir," Giuliani said, tears streaming from his eyes and into his mouth.
Trump shook his head "no," but as usual, his hair did not budge an inch.
"Unacceptable."
He pressed a button on his desk, right next to the one that replayed Fox & Friends on the DVR, and a trap door opened up.
"Unacceptable."
He pressed a button on his desk, right next to the one that replayed Fox & Friends on the DVR, and a trap door opened up.
Giuliani fell through the air, tumbling in the darkness, until he landed on something big, wet, and foul smelling. He looked up and was surprised to see Sean Spicer.
"So, you made it down here, finally?" asked the reality dance competitor. "Get a shovel."
"So, you made it down here, finally?" asked the reality dance competitor. "Get a shovel."
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