“You n-n-need to tell me how to deal with Putin,” Joe said. He was close enough to Donald to feel his Florida aura radiating Big Alligator Energy.

“You’ve got to be tremendous,” Donald said, planting a lingering kiss on Joe’s stroke-stiffened face. “Yuge!” he mumbled as his tongue slithered across Joe’s dry fake teeth.

“Do I really have to be here for this?” Kamala asked from Munich, her grotesque face too close to the webcam, filling the Oval Office monitor.

“You’ll-ll-ll has to do this someday, so pay attention!” Joe snapped at the screen. “This is how all ex-presidents interact!”

“And I thought my vice-president was a whiny little bitch,” Donald muttered as he rubbed Joe’s chest and then paused. “Hey, where are your nipples?”

“Facelifts,” Joe explained. He opened his shirt and showed Donald the nipples on his collarbone.

“I can just about suck one if I try real hard,” Joe said brightly.

“You, you don’t have to show me,” Donald said, licking the exposed nipple himself.

“You shoulda seen Barry and Billy going at it,” Biden said, lost in the memory. “It wasn’t just White House protocol, if you know what I mean.” He tried to waggle his Botoxed eyebrows.

Donald kissed him long and hard, running his hand over the bulge in Joe’s diaper.

“You have to be forceful,” Donald said after breaking off the kiss. “He has to know you won’t take his nonsense!”

“But I need a war so badly,” Joe said. “Midterms are coming.”

“I know,” Donald said, nibbling the tab of skin behind Joe’s ears.

“Sanctions,” Joe moaned.

“Fuck sanctions,” Donald said, shuffling in close to attempt frottage. “You can’t get off on sanctions. Sanctions are pussy bullshit.”

“I don’t know how you did this for four years,” Joe said quietly.

“It’s a thankless job,” Donald said, unconsciously patting his hair. “Only a former President really understands.”

“I tried talking to Carter, but his wife always tried to get in on it,” Joe said. “I’d say, ‘Rosie, put your underwear back on,’ but she never listened.”

The two elderly men began to passionately kiss and didn’t hear the door to the Oval Office quietly open.

Finnegan gasped as she skidded to a halt on the filthy carpet. Joe and Donald, holding hands, turned to look at her.

“I don’t know why, but this is it, I’ve reached my limit,” she said quietly and left. Kamala’s cackle chased her from the room.

“She’ll be back!” Joe ejaculated forcefully.

“Ejaculated forcefully?” Donald asked. “Is that a real saying? Am I supposed to know it?”

“Donald, Donald,” Joe said, “Focus on me, on me.” Joe looked Donald in the eyes. “One minute of uninterrupted eye contact. You ready?”

They touched foreheads and stared into each other’s eyes.

“Gay!” Kamala brayed.