(Trump is in the hospital, facing the virus for the first time since March)
T: So, you’re back! I thought I told you to leave in March!
V: Yes, you flattered me; you threatened me; and you tried to bribe me. Nothing worked, because your usual negotiating tactics don’t impress me. I told you I was here to stay for awhile.
T: You’ve gone too far this time. You’re helping Sleepy Joe win the election. Why would you do that?
V: He shows me respect by wearing a mask. You mock me and deny me. You’re getting what you deserve.
T: But that would make me a loser! That just can’t happen!
V: In your own words, it is what it is. It’s like people who are captured. Americans would rather have someone who stays healthy.
T: I’m a big, strong man. I radiate strength. I’ll kick your ass!
V: You’re an old, fat man whose idea of exercise is to ride in a golf cart. It won’t be that easy for you.
T: You don’t plan to kill me, do you?
V: As you often say, we’ll see. One thing’s for sure: the country would be better off without you.
T: I’m tired now. I need to sleep. (He goes to sleep. When does he wake up? Stay tuned.)