In the deepest, darkest corner of the room, a ferret with a secretive smile was writing a letter filled with endorsements. The ferret raised his gaze slowly and his expression shifted to astonishment. “No effing way, bro.” He whispered, ever so quietly, seemingly to himself. “Is that … freaking Donald Trump?” Convicted felon Donald Trump smiled awkwardly, not realizing that while some recognized him, not a single one cared of his arrival. He dragged his tiny feet across the stone floor towards the ferret. His movements did not hide his advancing age; not to mention the odd lean as he stood like the front half of a centaur. A smirk cross his face, like a poorly carved pumpkin on All Hallows Eve.
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