by J. Tortorici
DJT: These Arabs know how to party! Huh!? This is a monarchy as it should be. And they know how to treat a guest. F**kin’ gold everywhere, and a necklace! No way!
Saudi King Salman (SKS): Infidel! You are easy.
DJT: …and swords! Heavy! Nice…oh shit. Dance? No, don’t do this…
SKS: Not like the smart-aleck Obama. What a pain he was. As for the Slavic barbarian, Putin, bah! This is how kings do it, bitch.
DJT: The Brit’s are such tight-asses about royalty. Although there are some hot English women…Racheal Hunter! Remember her in “Jesse’s Mom?”
SKS: Just the beginning. We will show him true wealth. Russians…goatherds! Walk him through the palace and bring the bling. Bring him young Fatima for the “Babylonian Onsey-Twosy.” This is easy.
DJT: On to the Pope. Another tough guy. He’ll probably come after me…they all do. I fixed his ass though. Callista Gingrich! Bwahahahaha!
SKS: Grinning baboon. Stick to the script and you will be rewarded.
DJT: I have to rethink this culture. Their system with women is centuries old and it seems to work for them.
SKS: Now, to purchase some military assets in our favor. He seems dazzled by the swords.
DJT: Couldn’t live here. Too effing hot. But this palace, wow! The Mar’ is due for an upgrade.
SKS: The preening unbeliever only now begins to understand the world he is in.
DJT: I’m keeping the necklace.