“I’m Donald Trump and I am your President,” Donald said directly into the camera of the cellphone propped up against the hat.

“Don’t point at the camera,” the hair said, “Gen Z finds it very threatening.”

“Fuck Gen Z,” the hat said. “Buncha queer-o fagbabies.”

“And then, what? I like dance or something?” Donald asked, shuffling his feet on the thick shag carpet of his Mar-a-Lago office. Outside, an alligator splashed in the murky water of the moat.

“Not just any dance, Donald. You’re going to twerk like Ice Spice in her ‘Fart’ video,” the hair said.

“I saw that video. She is not classy. She is not tremendous,” Donald said, leaning back against his desk.

“Down’s-hop is really hot right now,” the hat said. “You’ll be president again if you add a chromosome.”

“I don’t believe in chromosomes,” Donald said. “‘Chromosomes? More like homozones.”

The hat laughed dutifully.

“Funny, right?” Donald asked. “I should do that in the video.”

“Bad idea, Donald,” the hair said. “45% of TikTok users are gay-to-supergay, and 80% are on the trans spectrum.”

“Speaking of…” the hat said ominously, right before Laura breezed into the room.

“Hola, chicas!” she said brightly.

“Laura!’ Donald said. She moved in and kissed him full on the mouth.

“No tongue, Laura,” Donald said, pushing her away. “There are spies everywhere.”

Sanpaku eyes,” the hat said darkly.

“What?” the hair asked, idly watching Laura grope Donald as she tried to kiss him again.

“Sanpaku eyes. The Japanese know that see the white of the eyes means a person is crazy,” the hat said.

“What do you know about Japanese culture?” the hair asked.

“I was a Samurai helmet for much of the 1400s,” the hat said. “I was majestic.”

The hair just didn’t know what to say.

“Laura, I’ve got to get back to this video for the TikTubers,” Donald said, pushing her away hard enough that she fell backwards to the floor.

“I love it when you get rough, Donald,” she said breathlessly.

“Pay attention, Donald!” the hat said. “We need to get this posted.”

“Aw, Christ, Donald,” the hair said. “Get her out of here, she’s started licking the carpet.”