Bernie walked up the stairs in his Vermont home. He couldn't shake the feeling that he may be too late, but he pressed onward. Jeb! placed his hand on Bernie's shoulder reassuringly.
Bernie reached his room and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's still here."
"What is?" Jeb? asked.
Bernie picked up a portrait that was hanging on his wall, "The Mirror, or at least a metaphorical one. You see, this is my portrait of Eugene V. Debs. I got it in the sixties. He is my greatest inspiration, you see, a man who fought tirelessly for the working class people of America. He even ran a campaign for president while in jail for protesting the Great War, and he received nine hundred thousand votes! That is no small feat for a third party in this country. What's more is he led the greatest labor movement this country had ever seen! What I would give to be half the man he was. And that's why I consider this object a mirror, because it reflects the me that I want to be, deep inside."
"You don't have to be Eugene V. Debs to be great," Jeb! said reassuringly, "You're Bernie Sanders, you have done more for working class people than anyone I know. And you're doing it in an America poisoned by seventy years of McCarthyism. Debs would be proud of the Bernie you are!"
Bernie wiped away a tear, "Thanks Jeb! it's tough right now, and that means a lot to me."
Jeb! patted Bernie on the back, "let's go back down stairs."
But as they turned around they noticed something was off, "Hey Bernie, was your door always labeled 'nepotism'?"
Bernie looked to the side, and noticed the walls of his room were labeled 'MAGA'.
"Oh God," Bernie whispered, as he looked down and saw that he was labeled 'Bernie'.
The two men heard a laughing man sound, "Behold the power of 'Draw the Line'!"
"Oh we're back to doing this I guess" Bernie said.
"SHUT UP!" The words 'Censorship' covered Bernie's mouth, preventing his speech.
From underneath Bernie's bed, which was labeled 'Do Nothing Democrats', came an Man who was labeled 'Ben Garrison'.
"Good luck escaping my political Cartoon!" He shouted, and as he did so it formed a speech bubble that crushed Jeb!.
"Ow," said Jeb! who was in pain and also labeled 'Jeb Bush's 2016 Presidential run'.
"Mfmmfmfmmf" Bernie tried to say, and was now labeled 'Conservative Twitter pages'.
Bernie activated his power of Feel the Burn and shot fire at Ben. However, the flames that were labeled 'Twitter trolls' bounced off Ben harmlessly.
Bernie ripped off the censorship, "Damn, he's too strong for me!"
Jeb! stood back up, "But not for us! Bernie, grab my hand, you need to use your second ability!"
"But It hasn't been tested yet!"
"Just look into the mirror, you can do this!"
Bernie gazed at the portrait of Eugene V Debs, but it was no longer Deb's face in the portrait but his own. And it was labeled 'Hope'.
Bernie grabbed Jeb!'s hand, "Alright Cartoon man! Face the Power of my ability, Not Me! US!"
Bernie and Jeb! combined forming a larger man. He glowed with fiery energy. He lifted his right hand, and time seemed to move slower for Ben Garrison.
"Whaaaaaaaaaa-" he said slowly before being punched in the face (Labeled 'Deep State') with a fist labeled 'The Donald'.
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Cannnnnn" another punch. What he was probably trying to say was 'I can't react quick enough' but he said it so slowly that he was not able to finish his words before the onslaught of punches. Each punch reinforced with flaming energy, leading to massive pain.
As the beatings continued, the reality marble started to collapse, until all the labels were gone. Then Bernie and Jeb! unmerged. The two men gave each other a fist-bump as they walked out of the house and towards the car.
"Well, did you get the mirror?" Aoc asked as Bernie got outside.
"I sure did" Bernie said, holding up the portrait of Debs.
"Uh"
"It's a metaphor"
"Got it"
"Well where to now?" asked Ron Paul who was smoking a blunt, "If it's the sword you're looking for, I saw Joe Biden swallow it on the news yesterday. Then Hillary showed up and they cut the feed. Hasn't been back on yet so god knows which one of them has it."
"While this may be true" Bernie said, "I do not believe that was the Sword Marianne was referring to. Excalibur is by nature the sword of the one percent. It is the kingmaker that can only be wielded by the rich and powerful. A true sword of the people would be one that anyone could wield. And I think I know which sword that is, but it will be much more difficult to get to."
Ron Paul's eyes widened, "You don't mean that sword. I haven't seen it in over fifty years."
"It is that sword. The Sword of Stalingrad, created to honor the brave men and women who died there fighting the Third Reich."
"Wait you mean like the one in Russia?" Jeb! asked, "Like we got to go all the way to Russia?"
"Yes," Bernie nodded, "It is buried there, in the tomb of a Great Soviet statesman."
"Don't tell me you're really calling Stalin a great statesman," Aoc said nervously.
"Not the Stalin you're thinking of," Bernie replied, "It's in the tomb of Vasily, Stalin's Clone."
Bernie looked off into the distance as the camera panned out.
"Wait!" Jeb! shouted! "You can't just drop that on us and then fade out like that!"
"Nah it'll take too long"
