(Donald Trump is alone in the Oval Office when he hears an infinitely deep and powerful voice.)
G: DONALD TRUMP!
T: Tucker, is that you?
G: Of course not. Fox News works for me. It’s one of my mysterious ways. I am God.
T: No, you’re not. There is no power greater than I am. Just ask my base.
G: You’re about to find out otherwise.
T: Why? I support your people. I make sure they get religious freedom and conservative judges. They call me King David, or Cyrus, or something.
G: In some ways, they’re worse than you are. They should know better.
T: So what do you want?
G: You’re going to be afflicted by the Democrats. They’re going to impeach you. And they’re led by a woman! How’s that for justice!
T: So what? I’ve learned from the WWE that every story needs a good villain. They’re just giving me a foil to run against. Biden isn’t very inspiring, and I’ve kind of worn out the Pocahontas thing.
G: Not even your base can protect you from me.
T: So what exactly do you have in mind? How does it end, assuming you know?
G: I haven’t decided yet. Either you get removed from power, or you stay in office and destroy America. I could go either way.
T: What do you have against America?
G: They elected you, didn’t they?
T: Well, it’s been fun, but I have to go. It’s time for Fox & Friends.
(God sighs and leaves)