“HAPPY 2023!” Hunter yelled as he jumped from behind the Oval Office couch. Joe staggered backwards, clutching his chest. Finnegan caught him and lowered him to the floor.

“Jesus Fucking Christ!” Finnegan yelped as Joe fell back on her, gurgling and shaking.

“It’s a new year, Daddy!” Hunter continued, stepping over his father and daughter and settling himself behind the Resolute desk.

“Hit the medical alert!” Finnegan said as she struggled to free herself from Joe’s limp body.

“He’s fine,” Hunter said. “He has these episodes once or twice a week.”

“He is not fine! Call the medical team!”

“You’re so dramatic,” Hunter said. He pulled a vape pen out of his jock strap and took a deep pull off of it.

“You cannot vape nicotine in here,” Finnegan said, finally rolling Joe off her legs.

“Nurp,” Hunter squeaked as he held his breath.

“WEED?!? You’re vaping weed in the Oval Office?”

“Nurp,” he squeaked again. And finally coughing, he exhaled a sweet plastic cloud of crack cocaine.

Finnegan slapped one of the dozens of medical alert buttons in the Oval Office and screeched, “CRACK?” and then, “CRACK?” again.

Hunter blinked slowly and fell over sideways out of Joe’s heavily-Scotchgarded office chair.

Finnegan pulled out of a chunk of her own hair in frustration and stomped over to where he lay.

“Why can’t you just be a normal dad?” she asked him.

“Normal is boring,” he said, his eyes still closed. “Do you want to hit this motherfucker?” he asked, holding the vape up to her.

“A crack vape? Really?”

His eyes opened, red and glazed. “I invented it myself, with all the money from the art I sold to Ukraine.”

“Fuck,” Finnegan said.

“Those pants give you cameltoe,” Hunter said, closing his eyes. “I really wouldn’t wear them to work anymore.”

“Would you, just, gah!”

The White House medical team burst into The Oval Office and went to work on Joe, hollering “STAT!” and “CLEAR!” at each other.

“Cameltoe just happens,” Hunter said. He pulled the front of his jock strap toward his chest and his testicles bulged out of each side, like meaty eyes scanning for danger.

“MOOSEKNUCKLE!” one of the EMTs screamed and she fainted dead away.