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. “You look like a marmot - maybe an otter - perhaps a ferret. But you seem like a nice guy. As long as you’re here legally. Don’t listen to the fake news media; they lie like dogs. White people.” The ferret, named Ernesto, raised his hand to face, covered his eyes, and rolled them in an over exaggerated fashion, like Jonathan Frakes in Star Trek. ‘This lunatic is wasting air.’ He thought.
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