Chapter 10: The Best Trade Deal
A White house security Guard stationed at the front door was woken up by knocking. "Let me in! LET ME INNNN!"
The guard sighed, and opened the door a crack making use of the chain lock. "Donald Trump, what are you doing here?"
"I won this election, by a lot!"
"Not this again…" The guard closed the door and got a broom. He opened the door and started pushing Trump away with said broom "Go on! Scram!"
Trump hissed and rapidly scuttled away on all fours. He jumped in a bush and disappeared into the whitehouse garden.
"All units be advised, we've got a code Orange." He said into his radio.
"This is the Security Director to all Units. The President wishes to speak to him. Says he's got a deal."
"10-4, Acknowledged." The guard switched the radio off "Hey Trump! Joe's letting you in!"
Trump peeked his head out "I'm president again?"
"No, he just wants to speak with you."
Trump jumped out of the bush "What does he want?"
"He's got some sort of deal for you."
"This could be the best trade deal in the history of trade deals. Maybe ever." He straightened his tie and said, "I accept."
Trump was escorted through the white house, and he was led to the oval office. Joe Biden had converted the office to a gamer cave, three monitors were hooked up to a $3,000 RGB PC. LEDs lined the tops of the walls and anime posters were plastered about. On one of the monitors he had that 24/7 livestream of lofi hip hop radio - beats to relax/study to.
"Yes, my kitten, I dressed up for our discord VC date. Pretty poggers, right?" Biden was talking to a 13 year old over discord. Trump cleared his throat, catching the attention of Biden.
"Sorry, kitten. I have some business to attend to. We can watch that movie later tonight."
"Hello, Biden."
"H- H- H- Hello, Trump. Smart decision to negotiate with me."
"Don't ever use the word 'smart' with me."
"S- s- s- sure. I have a deal for you. As you know, I won the election."
"You weren't supposed to do that."
"Y- y- y- yes, that's what you think. But, I have a p- p- p- proposition for you. You help me out, and I can unban your twitter."
Trump raised his eyebrow "What do you want me to do?"
"Simple. Set a t- t- t- trap. I have an... adversary. In New York. And as we kn- kn- kn- know, you own a building there. Trump Tower. I lead my enemy into T- T- T- Trump Tower, and your security can… take care of them. Then you can have your twitter back."
"It's not so simple. Governor Cuomo has seized my guards. But, I have some old friends. A small loan of an SS squad. And by SS, I mean the SchutzStaffel."
"W- W- W- Wait, don't you mean the Social-distance Squadron?"
"Nope. You know everything the media has said about me? It's true. I personally carried out Operation Barbarossa in 1941. And I won that war, by alot!"