“Biden & Harris, Evil Police” epi. 2

The Northern Star

The White House. First responders hustle about and finish containing the many fires Trump set on his way out.

“Did you see that Harris?” said Biden. His leg up on the smoldering window sill. We hear a slight hiss as his shoe presses down. Casually and with extra cool, his sunglasses now dangling from his hand on his knee, he points off into the sky. We see the tiny orange dot of Trump in his escape jet suit disappear.

“You mean the Russian star on his back? Yeah, I saw it, Joe. Calling up Air Force one now. Your Airforce One, Mr. President. We’ll get him.”

Somewhere just under allied radar, over the North Atlantic

“Jesus Christ, those Russian bastards couldn’t put a heater on this thing? Fucking hell! Is it not cold in Russia?” said Trump flying low and running on fumes in his Russian jet suit.

He keeps smashing at his wrist.

“Is this thing working? Mother fucking piece of fucking piss whore Russian shit.”

He’s been flying north for hours waiting to see tracking for Putin’s personal sub sent to pick him up.

“Mother fucking finally there it is. I hope they have coffee. I could really use a coffee. And Adderall, for the love of god please have the Adderall this time, Putey BABY! FUCK it's cold!”