General Discussion

It briefly stuck to a smear of ketchup and slid to the floor, its screen cracked. "Why is he doing this to me? We were friends!" he wailed. Aides rolled their eyes but knew better than to comment. A woman appeared with a sponge and a pail and began to clean the wall. Trump sobbed quietly while stuffing French fries into his mouth. His tears cleared white channels on his coarse orange cheeks. "His face looks like an old man's ball sack," the cleaning woman muttered to herself. "Can I get you some ice cream, sir?" someone asked, stifling a chuckle. "Three scoops," Trump said with a sniffle. "Then you can all leave. I want to be alone."