~ Maybe not – but your stiff starchiness is evident, Frau Reich Chancellor.
~ One must keep you and the Tzar of all the Russias in their place.
~ Nothing is going to keep Vlad in his corner of his empire.
~ Unless . . .
~ Speak it up, Herr Donald.
~ I dunno – you never know who is listening these days.
~ I think we’re safe – the Tzar is on his way home.
~ But “home” is the operative word, Angie.
~ Then you had best whisper into my shell-like ear.
~ All we’d need is a Twitter GIF of that!
~ Not to worry – I’ll just roll my eyes.
~ Well – Frau Angie – why don’t we form an Anchluss?
~ I think you mean an alliance, Herr Donald.
~ I’ll leave the technicalities to you.
~ And we’d already have an alliance, Der Donald, if you behaved yourself.
~ Did you just say “dear”?
~ Not in this lifetime.
~ Just checking, Angie.
~ Nor the one after.
~ The ladies like a bit of power – if you get my drift.
~ Hell would first freeze over.
~ I’m thinking you might accomplish that, Frau Reich Chancellor.