“It’s not my fault she looks like a pig!” Donald yelled.

Karoline rubbed at her face and sighed.

“She looks like a pig!” the hat said.

“He said, ‘Peggy,’” the hair said. “Her name is Peggy, he said, ‘Quiet, quiet, Peggy.’”

“She was being pig,” the hat said, “so she got called a pig.”

“But, sir
” Karoline began.

“You go out there and call her a pig again,” Donald told her.

“It’s hilarious!” the hat agreed.

“Peggy, Peggy, Peggy,” the hair mumbled.

“And you tell them I never gave Bill Clinton a hummer,” Donald said.

“Imagine the medieval plague rat flavor of Bill Clinton’s dirty goddamn dick,” the hat said. The hair laughed.

“I’d say it tastes like Hillary, but that’d be an insult to medieval plague rats,” the hat said.

“Dude, stop, I’m gonna bust a follicle,” the hair said, gasping for breath with lungs he did not have.

“And no one has been in that musty old dustbin since Huma got her whole fist up in there!”

“Sir?” Karoline asked, “are you OK?”

“Of course, I’m OK,” Donald said.

“You just sort of froze up,” she said. “We don’t want another Biden issue.”

“He’s the OKest person that ever OK’d ever!’ the hat said.

“I’m perfect, I’m fine, I’m the best, pig, blowjob, Hillary, Bill Clinton’s dick,” Donald said.

“Just get out there and do your damn job!” the hat screamed.

“I’m fine, just get out there and do your damn job,” Donald said.

Karoline hurried from the room, eyes shining with sudden tears.

“Nice ass, but that bitch needs to toughen up,” the hair said.

“I like it when you flip your Black switch,” the hat said.

“You two fags need to go get a fag room to be fags together in,” Donald said.

“Don’t end a sentence with a preposition, Donald,” the hair said primly.

“I know more about grammar than the greatest grammartics alive!” Donald said.

“GREATEST!” the hat yelled.

“Well, the episode is over and we’re right back where we started,” the hair said, shrugging.

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” the hat asked.