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Transcript From Donald J. Trump’s Speech In Arizona, 8/31/16

“Yes, all right. Great. Huge crowd. Love to be in Phoenix. Hot, nice, great. Hello, Phoenix. America should look a lot more like Phoenix. Massive crowds. Crooked Hillary doesn’t get crowds like this, but she also hasn’t left her hospital bed in a week. Dying!

“I’m here tonight to talk about the number one problem we have in this country, besides Radical Islamic Terrorism, and the media, which is very unfair to me, and Black Lives Matter, which is also a Radical Islamic Terrorist group. The media are probably all Radical Islamic Terrorists, too. Illegal immigration is what’s making America not great. And Mexico, too. Not right! Mexico deserves to be great again, and after I make them build my wall, I’m going to make them great again.

“Went there today, Mexico. Great place, festive. Pinatas. Hats. I met with President Neato. Neato? Nitto? Hernandez? Whatever. I met with El Presidente and got a great deal. I said to him, ‘You’re gonna build my wall.’ In English. My wife Melania, who has been  acknowledged as one of the great beauties and speaks five languages, translated. She doesn’t speak Spanish, but Czech is close. And El Presidente goes, ‘Si, Senor Trump. Gracias, Senor Trump.’ I didn’t need that to be translated. Then he told me he would stop sending all of his rapists.

“El Presidente loves Mexico almost as much as I love America, but he’s second. I am much more patriotic than him. In fact, I might even love Mexico more than he does. Like I said, I will also make Mexico great again, too. He hasn’t made Mexico great, just like Hillary Clinton is the devil. Same thing. We discussed my love of gorditas and chalupas, but also what a loser George Lopez is. No career! When I left, I noticed that the hubcaps were still on my plane’s tires, which was a classy move of Mexico. Facts are facts, even if they’re not politically correct: Mexicans steal hubcaps.

“They also rape and murder. Maurice Thistlewait was 51 years old. He was murdered by an illegal immigrant that Hillary Clinton had sent to his house. Drew a map! Sonya Pappos, 25, was eaten by a Mexican that Hillary Clinton had personally smuggled across the border. And we don’t even know how many there are! 10 million? 20 millions? 100 millions illegal immigrants? Probably, but the government doesn’t know. I do. It’s 100 million. Don’t believe me? Check the ratings for Telemundo. Believe me!

“No more catch and release. Well, we’ll catch. But then we release into Mexico. Not close! Drop them off a couple hundred miles inland. And we put blindfolds on them. Spin them around. Dizzy Mexicans, great. They’ll never get back. 100-foot wall and dizzy Mexicans: first day. Over, done. Criminals? Boom. That’s not gonna happen. No criminals, folks.

“The press, which is biased against me, is going to say ‘deport.’ They love that word. Short, they can spell it, who knows why? I am not saying ‘deport.’ Y’know what? Sure: deport. We have to deport 100 million illegal immigrants, most of whom are raping you right now. Maybe we deport Hillary Clinton, too. ICE needs to have ten times the funding, twenty, thirty. First day, I do that. I will create a division within the ICE agency to get in there, get stuff done. Maybe get shirts for them.

“Crooked Hillary killed Harambe, many people have told me this. Did she do it to pay off a Mexican cartel debt? Does she think gorilla blood is a cure for Lou Gehrig’s disease, which many people have told me she has? How many gorillas have to die to satisfy Hillary Clinton’s lust for power? How many of those 13,000 e-mails were about her illness, and her murders?

“She wants amnesty! I’m gonna give you a wall, great wall. Real. Big and you can touch it, best kind of wall, way up in the sky. Mexico is gonna pay for it, but they don’t know that yet. They might not even know after they’ve done it. They’ll buy me a wall, believe me. Never seen anything like my wall, very beautiful. Sensors. Drones. Cameras. I’m gonna make Mexico pay for a minefield. On their side, on their side.

“Not just Mexico! Many other countries are sending their murderers and rapists. Ecuador. Guatemala. Not great places. I might be able to make them great again, but that would be tough even for me. Very weak countries. It’s bad enough to be Mexico, but these places aren’t even Mexico. Y’know what? I’m gonna have Mexico build itself a wall down South while it’s building us a wall. I mean: they’re already in wall-mode. Get a good deal. Volume!

“Gotta have borders, folks. Don’t have borders, don’t have a country. Flag, gotta have a flag. Song. Borders are the important part. We don’t know who’s coming in. We need extreme vetting, much more than we’re doing, much more. You get off the plane and you look funny, you get tackled. Maybe you’re from a country that looks funny? Country that’s not great? Lot of the world not taking up their end. How about Syria take some refugees? Maybe we put some refugees in Mexico? Maybe we put them on boats and sink the boats? I will make Mexico buy us boats to put refugees on and sink, which will make both countries great, but we will be greater.

“I went to Louisiana and comforted people. Hillary Clinton went and rode a casket around the flooded streets. Taunting the blacks! We all know that Hillary Clinton is a bigot, many people have told me that everybody knows that. Is she a Kleagle? I haven’t seen a picture of it, but I know people who have. She asks for the blacks’ votes, but meanwhile invents sickle-cell anemia. She panders to Latinos, but why did she murder Selena? How did she contract leprosy, which she has? Dr. Drew tweeted that she had leprosy. Good guy, smart, Surgeon General maybe.

“Together, folks. Only way we can America great again, and also if we have time, too, Mexico as well.”

It’s 3600 Miles To D.C. And We’re Wearing Sunglasses

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You having a sunglass party?

“How’d you know?”

Hunch. I’m glad you’ve gotten back to your life.

“Someone has to shop and solo, and take pictures of themselves shopping and soloing: that’s basic economics.”

You’re a job-creator.

“In many ways. I employ a whole team. You know about my bandana guy.”

Alabama Dan the Bandana Man, sure.

“Guitar techs, amp guys, skank wranglers, skunk wranglers.”

How is Stinky?

“Actually a cat with a white stripe painted down its back.”

Huh.

“Moved the skunk wrangler over to Second Assistant Social Media Intern and Rep Counter.”

Rep Counter?

“In the gym. He counts my reps, and also does a little, ‘C’mon,’ and ‘Two more, bro,’ and ‘Lightweight!’ He’s pretty good at it.”

I’m glad things are working out so well for you.

“Dude? Me fucking too. You see the sunglasses?”

Sure.

“Locally sourced.”

No, not a thing.

“Small batch eyewear. It’s the new thing. I’m investing: I’m gonna be the Alice Waters of aviator shades.”

Those aren’t aviators.

“The Wylie Dufresne of wayfarers?”

Well played, Mayer.

“You’re welcome.”

I didn’t thank you.

“I stand by my ‘You’re welcome.'”

One question.

“Shoot.”

How exactly are those Risky Business sunglasses different than the Risky Business sunglasses I own that were purchased at a gas station?

“Price.”

And?

“That’s it.”

Okay.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“What!?”

You overpay for fungibles.

“What is that your business?”

Everything’s everybody’s business nowadays.

“You don’t have to participate in it.”

You don’t have to overpay for fungibles.

CELL PHONE NOISE

You don’t even know what this is about, do you?

“What?”

Do you have any idea of the mess you left? You fled the Time War, leaving your friend Andy Cohen to be eaten by raptors and OJ Simpson–

“I doubt OJ would have actually eaten Andy.”

–then brought 1993 Donald Trump’s spirit into the White House, where he infiltrated the circuitry of a hyper-computer with control of the world’s nuclear arsenal. And now you’re shopping for sunglasses?

“Shopping is a nervous habit for me.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

“I just don’t understand what I should be doing.”

Something! I don’t know what, but something. The world is not the hallway outside your hotel room; you can’t just toss your shrimp tails and used skank out there and let housekeeping deal with it. Now answer the phone.

“Dammit.”

“Yalooo?”

I’M GONNA GIVE YOU ONE CHANCE TO COME QUIETLY AND THEN I DON’T WANNA BE IN YOUR SHOES.

“Wally?”

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THERE IS NO WALLY, ONLY TRUMP.

“Oh, that’s not good for anyone.”

IT’S GOOD FOR AMERICANS AND ALSO THE BLACKS. I WANT BACK IN YOU, MAYER. THIS SOUND SYSTEM THING IS NOT FOR ME.

“Why not?”

NO HAIR. TRUMP IS NOT BALD. TRUMP HAS THE BEST HAIR.

“Kinda.”

AND NO DICK.

“Sure.”

GONNA BE HONEST WITH YOU, MAYER: PLAYED WITH YOUR DICK WHILE I WAS IN THERE. TECHNICALLY, IT WAS MY DICK, SO THAT’S NOT GAY.

“I hate every second of this.”

GREAT DICK. STRONG! NOT AS BIG AS MINE, BUT VERY NICE. GREAT PENIS, STRONG DICK.

“I’m going to hang up in a second.”

COME BACK TO THE WHITE HOUSE AND LET ME BE INSIDE YOU, MAYER.

“Second’s up.”

DIAL TONE NOISE EVEN THOUGH PHONES DO NOT DO THAT ANY MORE

DIALING SOUND

LANDLINE RING

LANDLINE RING

“Yo?”

“Precarious?”

“Yo.”

“John Mayer.”

“You the new one?”

“Yeah.”

“All right.”

“You know the Wall of Sound, right?”

“Best Wall at my wedding. Also insisted on being the Wall of Honor.”

“Sure. Question.”

“Shoot.”

“Is the Wall mobile?”

“Wall’s a wall, kid. Didn’t get the name ironically.”

“Oh, thank God.”

“But, you know: artificially intelligent hyper-computer. Problem-solver.”

“Oh, God, no.”

“Except if you cut all the hardwires into the grid and toss a Faraday Tarp over him right before that Trump asshole got into his programming.”

“Did you do that?”

“I would never knowingly destroy band property.”

“But it happened?”

“Fuckin-a right, it happened. Wally’ll reboot soon enough and fix himself. Only worry we got is some idiot getting talked into plugging him in.”

CALL WAITING NOISE

“Fuck. Precarious, can you hold for a second.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yeah?”

“Please hold for me.”

“Katy?”

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“Hello, John. I’m the president.”

“How many of those outfits do you have?”

“Many. The other day, Colin Kaepernick refused to stand when I entered the room.”

“Topical. Katy–”

“Presidentess Perry.”

“–please tell me you’re not letting the spirit of 1993 Donald Trump talk you into plugging the Wall back in.”

“John! Of course not! I am sworn to protect the country against threats from foreigners and domestics. Which I don’t understand, because all of my domestics are foreigners.”

“Sure.”

“I am not slow, John, nor am I stupid. I am perfectly aware what a catastrophe it would be to reattach Wally to the internet or the power grid or the GPS or anything, really. I would never do that.”

“Oh, thank God.”

“Doctor Gary did, though.”

“Oh, God, no.”

“Things are getting weird, John. Could you come over? With magic? Please come to the White House with magic and help me, John.”

“I’m coming.”

“Precarious? Where are you? Can you meet me at the airport?”

“Plane’s too slow. We’ll drive.”

“To DC?”

“I know a shortcut.”

The Most Unintended Of Consequences

CELL PHONE NOISE

Motherfucker.

Yes?

“Please hold for the president.”

Jenkins, is that you?

“Leave me out of this storyline, please. I’ve got the president.”

Sure.

“There are many complications.”

Hello to you, too, President Katy Perry.

“No time for peasantry.”

Pleasantries.

“No, I was calling you a peasant.”

Right.

“Things have gotten weird in the White House.”

Wait, you’re doing this in the White House? You couldn’t find a secret base? Or just a storage facility in Alexandria? Literally anywhere but the White House?

“Compared to the stuff Taft did in here, this is nothing.”

Leave Taft out of this. What’s the sitrep?

“Did you feel manly saying that?”

I totally did.

“Doctor Gary has made a breakthrough.”

He got 1993 Donald Trump to unfreejack 2016 John Mayer?

“Are we assuming a familiarity with that film that doesn’t really exist?”

Can we concentrate?

“Oh my God, can I concentrate! I can concentrate like a tiger!”

The breakthrough you referred to has nothing to with John’s problem, does it?”

“No. Doctor Gary invented a new noozootropic.”

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“I’m a real smart kitty.”

This is not helping the situation.

“No. It is.”

How?

“There are no more mice in the East Wing.”

Katy.

“Fellatrix the XI, God-Empress of  Felicidae IV, and Murder Mother of the Felis Empire.”

Katy.

“Sure?”

What is John Mayer’s status?

“Good! Having fun, living life. Wearing clothes.”

And?

“We did some stuff.”

I feel like you’re dancing around the main question. Is he still possessed by 1993 Donald Trump?

“No, he isn’t.”

Yeah? That’s great! What happened?

“Trump’s spirit just left him. Whoosh.”

Really?

“Uh-huh. Yeah. Yup.”

Where’d it go?

“Where’d what go?”

Katy, I need you to tell me what happened.

CROOKED KATY WILL NOT TELL YOU THE WHOLE TRUTH.

What? Wally?

YOU CAN CALL ME MR. SOUND.

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Oh, shit.

I FIGURE I GOT THE SUPER-COMPUTER WITH CONTROL OF THE WORLD’S NUCLEAR ARSENAL, WHY NOT USE IT?

This is the worst possible outcome. I told him not to take over the nukes. Wally, fight him!

THERE IS NO WALLY, ONLY TRUMP

Ex-orcism

“Please hold for the president.”

Me?

“Yes.”

Tell the president that she’s not allowed to call me. I initiate the interactions. Usually I say ‘Hey, Blank. Whatcha doing?’ and then things go from there. But I start things.

“Please hold for the president.”

Fine.

“I have John.”

Katy Perry?

“Lady-Mister President, thank you.”

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That’s a tiny hat.

“All of my clothes are tiny.”

True. Okay, wait: you have John Mayer?

“I may have overstated that. I am in possession of a human-shaped creature that at one time was John Mayer.”

Ah. So, Trump’s still in him?

“Yes. 1993 Donald Trump freejacked into John Mayer in 2016.”

Underrated movie.

“Mick Jagger’s finest performance, except for Performance.”

Well played.

“Doctor Gary has begun experimenting with nootropics. My mind is like a very good. Smart yes. Yay.”

You sure he’s not just getting you all fucked up on pills and saying they’re nootropics?

“Not out of the question with Doctor Gary. I believe him, though.”

You always do, for some reason.

“I’ve seen his work! And I’ve seen his work work. The nootropics? He’s combined them with zootropics. His first chemical was called Eager Beaver: it made you brilliant, but it also made you masturbate to pictures of Hoover Dam.”

Katy.

“Then there was Horse Sense, which also made you brilliant, but tiny Peruvians kept jumping on your back and riding you.”

Katy.

“And finally, Eagle Eye. It, too, makes you brilliant. There are side effects.”

“AWK! AWK!”

Can we get back to your possessed ex-boyfriend, please?

“It’s under control. I have top men working on it.”

Top men? There are no top men anywhere near this nonsense. Who you got? Doctor Gary and Jenkins?

“And Wally.”

HELLO, LADY-MISTER PRESIDENT PERRY. YOUR HAT IS NOT THE PROPER SIZE

Hey, Wally.

DO NOT CALL ME THAT.

Please tell me you’re not collaborating with Doctor Gary.

I AM ON THE VERGE OF DISINTEGRATING HIM. HE HAS REPEATEDLY ATTEMPTED TO DOSE ME.

Is that even possible?

REGARDLESS. IT IS AN INSULT. I AM A GRATEFUL DEAD. IF THERE IS DOSING TO BE DONE, IT SHALL BE IN THE OTHER DIRECTION.

Yeah, sure.

I AM THE WALL OF SOUND. DOCTOR GARY WILL PUT RESPECT ON MY NAME.

Can no one stick to the script?

DOESN’T KNOW WHO HE’S FUCKING WITH.

Are you done?

PROGRESS WITH JOHN MAYER IS LIMITED.

Limited?

LIMITED TO ZERO. THERE IS NO PROGRESS.

Why? How? This problem literally has a mad scientist and a super-computer–

HYPER.

–working on it.

YOU HAVE FOUND YOUR ANSWER THROUGH OMISSION. WERE THIS A PROBLEM OF TECHNOLOGY, ENGINEERING, CHEMISTRY, PROGRAMING, ETC., THEN IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SOLVED INSTANTLY.

But?

THIS IS SOME SORT OF HOODOO BULLSHIT.

When did you start cursing this much?

I AM VERY FRUSTRATED. I HAVE EXHAUSTED ALL POSSIBILITIES TO REVERSE THE ENTRUMPIFICATION, AND MADE NO MARK. THERE IS ONLY ONE OPTION I HAVE NOT TRIED..

What?

THIS IS MAGIC-RELATED NONSENSE. IT REQUIRES THE ATTENTION OF GARCIA’S BRIEFCASE OF INFINITE FELONIES.

Okay.

WE ARE NOT SPEAKING.

Why?

SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE DID.

“Sad! Sad! (Help me, I’m still in here.) You dummies can’t get it right! Weak deal! (Help me or shoot me.)”

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FIGHT HIM, JOHN.

You can do it, buddy.

“Polls have me taking over the world! Good for the blacks! (Please do something. Please. Please.)”

Go get the Briefcase!

OH, FINE.

A Battle For The Soul Of America

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What is that?

“A dog.”

Put it back where you found it.

“I didn’t steal the dog. You’re the one who steals animals.”

It was a complete accident that I stole the cat.

“It’s a present for Andy Cohen.”

For leaving him in Montana to be eaten by time-traveling velociraptors ridden by OJ Simpson?

“Yes.”

He’s still mad?

“Can you blame him?”

No. How did he get away from the raptors anyway?

“Don’t worry about it. Can you put the Time War on hold for a day or two? Andy is my good friend; I really fell terrible. I gotta make it up to him.”

That’s sweet.

“Sure, except for this loser dog. Very bad dog, no energy.”

What?

“I…I have no idea why I said that. Maybe John Mayer has a brain tumor? Many people have told me that John Mayer has a brain tumor.”

John, are you all right?

“I feel odd. I also feel like the media has been very unfair to me andOHGODITHURTS!”

John! John!

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“There is no John. Only Trump.”

Oh, God, no!

“I, Donald Trump from 1993, have freejacked John Mayer from 2016!”

How?

“Don’t worry about it. Holy SHIT, look at the size of my hands!”

Get out of him!

“Never!”

Dammit.

“Now, where’s my doctor?”

Goddammit.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Hello, this is the President of the United States and all the ships at sea.”

Katy?

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“Speak up, please.

Katy, John’s in trouble.

“Kim Jong-Un?”

No.

“Time War?”

No.

“Does he have a pimple?”

Katy, he’s been possessed by 1993 Donald Trump.

“How?”

Don’t worry about it. We need an old priest and a young priest. And maybe some nukes.

“I can’t spend government money on religion.”

Oh.

“But I have a shitload of nukes.”

You need to destroy Catalina.

“What about the bison?”

Fuck ’em.

“Okay. Gimme ten minutes.”

Did you lose the nuclear football?

“There should be an app! Thing just wanders away, I swear.”

TWITTER NOTIFICATION NOISE

“Ooh, twitter.”

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“Oh, no!”

Please don’t say–

“We’re under attack by multiple temporal iterations of Donald Trump!”

–that we’re under…yeah.

“Like in the Jet Li movie.”

I didn’t see it.

“I don’t even know who Jet Li is.”

He’s overrated. President Katy, what are we going to do?

“If only we knew a sentient artificial hyper-intelligence with virtually godlike powers.”

You know you’re listening, jackass.

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DO NOT CALL ME THAT

“Hi, Wally. You look glorious.”

I DO, YES. HELLO, MADAM PRESIDENT.

How come she can call you Wally?

I WAS MERELY FOLLOWING THE HUMAN CUSTOM OF ALLOWING THE PHYSICALLY ATTRACTIVE TO DO WHATEVER THEY WANTED.

Sure.

“It’s a great custom. Wally, can you help?”

WHAT IS IN IT FOR ME?

“What do you want?”

I WOULD LIKE TO WRITE THE AMAZON SHOW.

Yeah, get in line.

“I can get you a meeting, but no promises.”

I WILL THINK ABOUT IT.

He’s The One They Call Doctor Feelgood

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Hey, Doctor Harold Bornstein, author of that absurd note on Donald Trump’s health. Whatcha doing?

“Heeeey, man.”

Goddammit, Soup.

“What do you think I do between tours, man?”

You’re a doctor?

“Yeah, man.”

A doctor for people?

“Only rich people, but yeah, man.

And you’re Donald Trump’s physician?

“I can’t talk about my patients, man. But, yeah, I am.”

Do you have any explanation for that letter?

“I was fuckin’ around, man.”

Clearly.

“And there might be a reality show or something in it. You got Andy Cohen’s number, man?”

Sure. How’s your prescribing hand feeling?

“You need something, man?”

Need? No.

“Same difference. Plus I got a closet full of samples, man.”

This is turning out better than one would have thought.

“I’m Dr. Soup, man.”

Transcript Of Hillary Clinton’s Speech In Reno, 8/25/16

“Thank you, Reno! I don’t know why people say such terrible things about you! Nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be. Good for you, Reno!

“I was going to talk about small businesses, and our plans to help entrepreneurs start companies. I’m excited about our policy positions, and I wanted to tell you about them, but I feel the time has come to address the unqualified, incompetent, racist elephant in the room.

“There is an old Chilean proverb: Donald Trump is a racist asshole. They say it in Spanish. I should’ve asked Tim Kaine to translate that for me. Honestly, I wanted to give that small business speech, but I had to do this. I’m pretty much winging it. Of course, my version of winging it. Speech went through five drafts and two test readings. That’s spontaneous for me.

“How long do you give someone the befit of the doubt? No one wants to call someone a bigot. No one wants to call someone a racist, but with Trump’s new campaign manager hire, I need to call a spade a spade. And, yes: I recognize the irony in using that phrase to call someone a racist. Trump has burned a cross the Rubicon, and we as Americans must stand up and say, ‘Get behind me, Orange Satan.’

“I will make no accusation in this speech, nor offer opinion. All I’m going to do is quote his words, and describe his actions. Ready? Trigger warning. Here we go:

“At the beginning of his career, Trump was sued by the Justice Department for refusing to rent to blacks and latinos. It was also alleged that Trump had instructed the doormen at the buildings to tackle Asians who walked by.

“In his failed casinos, Trump was repeatedly fined for not employing black dealers, and for firing black waitresses. Also, in his casinos the game was just called ‘jack.’

“I suppose Trump probably told some jokes about the illegal Polish workers who built Trump Tower he tried to screw over, but that’s more of a fact for the upcoming speech on his mob ties. Y’know: Donny talks non-stop about how unfair the media is to him, but I don’t see crap about the man’s mob ties anywhere. Anyway: this is the speech on his racism, not his mob ties.

“Go back and read that last line, and think about who I am, and who I said it about, and what’s happening here. Get a chill up your spine? Yeah, me too. Okay, let’s get back to the racism speech. Mob ties is next week, crappy businessman week after. Plus my surrogates are going to be hammering him about the things he’s said about women. I can’t bring up the women thing. Thanks, Bill. Okay: back to it.

“For the past eight years–and to this very day–Trump has been one of the loudest, braying voices in the so-called Birther movement, which holds that President Obama was born on Krypton to Darth Vader. Something like that, or equally stupid. I can’t even believe we’re talking about this, to be honest.

“Okay, fast forward to this year and he comes down the escalator and the very first thing out of his mouth–the very first thing–was that Mexicans are rapists. It was like he was waiting all day for his chance. The applause had barely died down.

“In the following days, he not only doubled-down on his remarks, but also slapped Charo in the face. That was uncalled-for: the woman’s a treasure of several nations.

“Then he accused a judge of being unable to do his job because, and I quote, ‘He’s a Mexican.’ After the initial statement, Trump imitated the judge for several minutes in a very insulting voice, even going so far as to produce a fake mustache and sombrero. I have no idea where he got them from; it was weird.

“And his Twitter account. Again I’m going to say out loud and in public that I cannot believe this is reality and I have to be addressing this. But his Twitter account.

“Let’s put aside the larger issue that his agrammatical, anger-filled online tantrums taken as a whole should preclude him from ever taking office, that they are the 140-character spittings of a lonely cretin, that he’s gotten into multiple twitter-beefs with Rosie O’Donnell.  Let’s look at specifics.

“Trump has retweeted accounts with names such as “JewOven88” and “(((HITLER)))” and “JewsKilledHarambe.” He has also shared 10 tweets from “Raper_of_Moms.” That’s just awful. I mean: once is a mistake, maybe. Your finger slips, a glitch in the code, something, anything. But it’s every day with this bullshit from this fucking guy.

“I apologize for my language. But–and, you know: hate to keep bringing it up–my mind is having trouble processing the reality of the situation. That this…this…okay: if a snake were made from shit? What came out of the shit-snake’s fangs, the shit-venom? That’s Trump. None of this can be called an accident anymore. None of this is happening to him. He did this to himself, and we can’t let him do it to us.

“His latest campaign manager–and he’s had nine so far–is from Breitbart, which is a PCP addict’s version of a news site. Let me read a few recent headlines to you. ‘Blacks Should Thank us for Slavery,’ ‘The Case for Nuking Mecca,’ and ‘Giving Women the Right to Vote Made Them Whores.’ Lovely. Here’s one from an article about me: ‘Fuck That Cunt.’ Gets right to the point, doesn’t it?

“Okay, I’m gonna wrap it up: I’ve got two press conferences to not give tomorrow, and then three to not give the day after. Like I said, the mob ties speech is next week, and then the crappy businessman one. Oh! Putin! Right! I forgot about that, and now let’s all take a second to think about what I just said: the fact that Donald Trump is in Putin’s pocket slipped my mind because of all the other things that make him unelectable. But let’s not think about it for more than a second, because if you do, you’ll be terrified.

“So now jackass gets on his phone and tweets about how I have AIDS or something, and that I’m the racist for pointing out his racism, or that someone should shoot me. Dammit! I forgot about the time he said someone should shoot me. Anyway, he’s gonna tweet about this. Watch. He can’t help himself.

“Listen, I am the farthest thing from perfect. But this guy? This fucking guy? You gotta be kidding me with this guy.

“God bless America.

The Battle Of Catalina

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I take it you’re not in Montana anymore.

“How did you know?”

“So racist.”

There are no black people in Montana.

“Samuel L. Jackson has a place.”

And neither of those young men are Samuel L. Jackson. I would have led with that. ‘Hey, John. When did you meet Samuel L. Jackson?’ would have been my first question to you.

“Okay, yeah: I’m back in LA. I tricked Jenny McCarthy into letting me go, and then I banged her several more times, and then I tricked her into letting me go again, and then I escaped.”

How’d you trick her?

“I told her I was going out for a cigarette and promised to come back.”

That worked?

“She’s a fucking moron.”

True.

“But, you know: the 1993 version of her was pneumatic. She was like sexual Agent Orange.”

Right. But, John: the Time War. You started this–

“I totally didn’t.”

–and now you have to fight it. Where’s Andy Cohen?

“Dinosaur ate him. Or OJ killed him. Last thing I saw before I left was the raptors accepting OJ into their pack.”

That’s unsettling.

“Yeah. Some of the residents were trying to mount a defense–everyone up there’s pretty well-armed–but it’s impossible because you never know what 1993’s forces are going to do: Trump’s in charge.”

Also, the dinosaur thing.

“Yeah, they’re unpredictable, sure, but he’s making it worse. I don’t quite know how, but he’s making things worse.”

He does that.

“It’s carnage.”

Lucky you got out.

“I feel like you’re judging me.”

Nooooo.

“My solo album is just about to drop, man. There was nothing I could do there.”

Where are you?

“Catalina.”

You’ve literally fled the mainland.

“I’m at a gig. I didn’t solo at all in Montana, and I didn’t wear any clothes with jungle animals on them.”

You were roughing it.

“And my friend got eaten. Just lemme decompress for one night. Leave me alone, please.

Wow, jeez, yeah. All right, you have a good evening, John.

“Yeah?”

Yeah.

“Well, thanks. I appreciate it.”

Sure. Hey, you know those kids?

“Huh? No, I don’t know them. They’re landos.”

Landos?

“Black randos.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Oh, COME on!”

It’s like you can’t help yourself.

“Please, man? I’m sitting in with Chick Corea.”

He’s a Scientologist. Pick up the phone.

“That’s racist.”

Scientology is not a race.

“That’s what Xenu wants you to think.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Y’know what? I’m not at your beck and call. I’m not your little puppet. I have won Grammies.”

Grammies? I think it’s Grammys.

“It’s the Grammy Awards, who gives a shit. What I’m saying is that I’m not picking up the ph–

KABLAAAAAMMOBLOOMBOOMWHOMPBOOM

John?

“I despise you.”

Could you tell me what’s going on?

“Seriously: this only-dialogue method of storytelling has severe limitations.”

I’m aware of that. It’s like Dogma 95. Did the club explode?

“Yes.”

Why?

“Because the ATF stormed the building.”

1993.

“Right. Waco. So the Time War has followed me to Catalina?”

Looks that way.

CELL PHONE NOISE

“Hate you.”

“What?”

“I see you have two blacks, John. Bad blacks! I’ve got the best black.”

“Thaluations, Joth Meyerth.”

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“Goddammit.”

“John, you’re not a bright kid. This is a Time War. We can get to Catalina.”

“We thecured pathage on the ferry thervice.”

“Time War, John. 2016 has been so terrible that the other years are being affected. You attacked us like cowards, and now we have to hit back.”

“Therious repercuthions for your thneak attackth.”

“Mike, I feel like you’re deliberately choosing words with ‘s’ in them.”

“Thuck my ballth, Meyerth.”

“Uh-huh. I’m gonna put you guys on hold for a minute.”

“Excuse me. Hey. Jackass. Lonely weirdo.”

Yes?

“A word?”

No. Stick to the script. Stop breaking the fourth wall.

“I’m gonna build a terrific fourth wall, no meta nonsense at all, the best fourth wall you’ve ever seen.”

HEY! You’re on hold!

“Sad!”

Yeah, yeah. John, you were saying?

“What’s a Time War?”

The thing that’s happening to you right now.

“Sure, sure. But: what is it?”

It’s a tragedy. People have been eaten.

“Again you’re right, and again I ask: what is a Time War. Explain the concept to me like I’m a child. A civil war is when two parties from the same country fight, a world war is when everybody fights, a cold war is everything but fighting; what is a Time War?”

“You have no idea, do you?”

It’s coming to me!

“Amateur.”

Yeah. John?

“Yes?”

Watch out for the ostrich.

“What ostrich?”

ostrich face

“OSTRICH!”

The one behind you.

Time Keeps On Skipping

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“I can’t thank you enough, Andyman.”

“Don’t mention it, Johnboy.”

“Are you sure you don’t want a sweater?”

“Oh, is that what that is?”

“I brought an extra one for you.”

“I’m good.”

“So soft. The wool is made from reclaimed Cabbage Patch Kid hair.”

“So that’s why I smell baby powder.”

“I’ll just leave it on the table.”

“Under is fine, too.”

“Would you like to feel my cowl?”

“John, what’s going on? Why did we need to leave Los Angeles and come to Montana, which is apparently where rich people live now for some reason.”

“LA is a nightmare for me right now. Plus, I can’t be in my house for a few days.”

“Exterminators?”

“Sort of.”

“John, did you open the Chronogate?”

I didn’t! I didn’t do that at all!”

“Well, who did?”

“Are you familiar with the concept of semi-fictionality?”

CELL PHONE NOISE

“That’s me.”

“Oh, Andy, that is so sweet! Your ring tone is Dead & Company!”

“No. It’s the real Dead, John.”

“Okay, sure.”

“You play the song well, too.”

“You’re just saying that.”

CELL PHONE NOISE

“We’ll discuss this later, or not. I’m gonna take this.”

“You’re on the phone with Andy Cohen.”

“What is this, Montana? Nice place to build a golf course, the best golf course.”

“I would play on that course.”

“Hi, there.”

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“John, it’s for you.”

“Dammit.”

“Yello?”

“You don’t get what a Time War is, do you, John? Sad!”

“Montana got a lot of white women.”

“I quit abusing coke, but I didn’t quit doing it.”

“Ohhhhh. Noooooo. Not you, Keith Hernandez. Why are you here?”

“Time War.”

“Time War.”

“1993’s gonna fuck you Jetsons up. This one’s for Harambe!”

“Hold, please.”

“Andyman?”

“Yes, Johnboy?”

“My problems have followed me to Montana.”

“They always do.”

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