~ What’s your poison, Donald?
~ Before the election, I thought it was the USA – believe me.
~ And now?
~ It’s my own turncoats – and you.
~ That’s what happens when you bring rats aboard the Ship of State.
~ Now Old Number 44 is using a sword and stabbing me in the back.
~ Sword of Justice.
~ And you like to twist it.
~ Look at the Statue of Justice.
~ Isn’t she blindfolded?
~ Yeh – and keep your hands to yourself.
~ A man gets certain thoughts, sometimes.
~ A man keeps them as thoughts, Donald.
~ It is too much fun not to share.
~ You’re destroying yourself.
~ Tweet tweet tweet, Barack-Oh.
~ Silence is more than the Golden Arches, Donald.
~ God, I love me that Twitter.
~ It doesn’t do you much good.
~ I vent.
~ You’re out of control .
~ You think so?
~ Even your own people are cleaning up your mess.
~ Yeh, Barack-Oh. That keeps them busy.
~ That’s what you want?
~ Hop hop hopping around at my whim? Yes.
~ How long do you think you can keep them distracted?
~ Oh, I see a second term with my name on it.