If they were outside I wouldn't look out.

And seeing his favoritest president ever, soaring overhead like Superman, inspires the imaginary child bigly

Imaginary kid probably hasn't aged a day, the visions in your head are scary persistent that way. It's why they must be obeyed maybe, instead of your advisors or real people in general

is a big burly guy with tears in his eyes who keeps saying, “Sir, Sir, Sir”.

I can hear the words already