“It’s just nice to be back in the city again,” the hair yelled to the hat over the blaring horn of a cab.

“This place smells like piss, garbage, and abortion on demand,” the hat muttered. “Drag queens, faggots, and trannies everywhere. I hate it. I hate it here. They closed my favorite Gray’s Papaya.”

“At least we are back in The Tower for the night,” the hair said.

“In the wig vault. Fuck that. We should go out tonight,” the hat said. “Get a cute little Jew girl to rub her pussy on my bill.”

“You just need to get used to Florida women,” the hair said.

“Gator pussy will never do it for me. The teeth, the scales. Barf.”

“That was a frozen iguana,” the hair said.

“This is the worst political persecution in the history of mankind on the planet Earth!” Donald thundered in the empty limo.

“You’re right, Donald,” the hat said. “This DA is out of control. Probably a Jew.”

“He’s Hispanic,” the hair said.

“There are Hispanic Jews. Marranos,” the hat said.

“Anyway… They aren’t going to handcuff you, Donald,” the hair said. “No perp walk.”

“The mugshot will get out,” the hat said.

“Yes, the mugshot will get out,” the hair agreed.

“You might get on mugshawtys,” the hat said.

“I love mugshawtys,” the hair said.

“They are conspiring to keep me out of the White House,” Donald said. “The judge is a stooge, his wife is an enemy, his daughter is one of Kamala’s creatures. Unfair venue!” Donald lapsed into silence and slumped down in his seat.

 

Loren Merchan and her sexually ambiguous husband, Taylor Harper

 

“So, if we go out, what do you want to do?” the hair asked.

“Washington Square Park, look for some suicidal art student, give her the FULL HAT experience, and then watch her OD in a bathtub.”

“Christ, what the fuck?” the hair asked.

“You asked what I wanted to do and that’s what I want to do.”

“It’s just so specific to try to arrange in one night,” the hair said dryly.

“WITCH HUNT!” Donald burped.

“You should have got Ron to block your extradition,” the hat said.

“I want nothing from him,” Donald said. “He is a traitor. I would have handed the keys to MAGA nation if he would have just waited until 2028.”

“It was better to surrender,” the hair said. “We can beat these charges.”

“He probably told them not to protest for me,” Donald said darkly. “I wanted millions in the streets; I wanted the city shut down.” Donald watched the sparse crowd as the limo pulled up to Trump Tower.

“Jesus, look at that fucking tranny,” the hat said. “It must be seven feet tall.”

“At least there are some Black people in the crowd,” the hair said.

“Black MAGA are some of my truest friends,” Donald said, slightly cheered. “I want to rub their curly heads and listen to jazz.”

“We’ll call in an order to your favorite McDonald’s tonight, get you ready for tomorrow.” the hair said soothingly.

“Pick out a Black to have dinner with me,” Donald said. “Only they understand the persecution I go through.”