“COMEY!” the hat screamed, “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” His deranged laughter pealed through the staff party like a church bell. The quadcopter he was riding darted toward party-goers at eye level and his bill stiffened whenever someone flinched.

“Fired! Fired! Fired! Fired!,” the hair chanted, hanging from the exposed breast of an intern. She was high on cheap beer and GHB and gently pissed herself every time she laughed.

“Did you see, did you see where if was on the news behind Comey before he’d even found out?” that hat asked no one in particular for the sixth or seventh time.

“Where’s Donald?” the hair screamed over the pounding music.

“How should I fucking know?” the hat replied.

A roar went up when Kellyanne climbed onto a desk and began to gyrate.

“She’s going to break a fucking hip,” the hair said. He squeezed the boob he was riding until the intern screamed and brushed him off. He was scooped up from the floor and passed around.

“Dude!” he yelled to the hat.

“Just go with it, man,” the hat yelled, hovering near the staffer who was DJing with his iPhone. The hat screamed “‘Free Bird!’” at the confused young man.

A woman screamed when she realized she had been passed the hair and tossed it to Sean. Sean placed it over his own hair and threw his empty tequila bottle at a wall.

“Yeaaaaaah! You’re fired! You’re fired!” Sean screamed, pointing at random people. He tried to light a cigarette while he was still screaming and burned himself with the lighter instead.

“Do not set me on fire, you goat-fucking anal polyp!” the hair screamed.

The quadcopter slammed in Kellyanne and she screamed, a banshee wail that everyone could feel behind their eyes. The hat righted the copter and veered away. Kellyanne wooed at top volume and tore off her blouse.

“Ah, fuck, my eyes!” the hat yelled, “I mean, you know, if I had eyes!”

“They look like crushed juice boxes!” the hair exclaimed.

“I really always fucking liked you, man,” Sean said, ruffling the hair on his hair.

“That’s great, Sean.”

“No, I mean it, I really always did. Like from the first time I saw you.”

Sean lurched from side to side, struggling with his belt.

“No, Sean. No. Bad Sean. Bad!” the hair said.

The hat swooped in and turned on the quadcopter’s camera as Sean squatted and starting shitting in an office trashcan.