“They will not cancel my rally,” Donald said. “I will not allow them to cancel my rally!”

Pointing at the hat, he said, “You will not allow them to cancel my rally,” and moving to the hair, “You will kill that damn mustache!”

“Mustache?” the hair asked, waking from where he had been dozing in the sunbeam.

“John Bolton’s Mustache,” the hat supplied.

“He has written a book of slanderous libels against me and I will not stand for it!” Donald declared, puffing out his chest. “John Bolton’s Mustache must die!”

 

CUT TO TITLE

JOHN BOLTON’S MUSTACHE MUST DIE

DISSOLVE TO
Hotel hallway. The HAIR thwips along the ceiling on extended tendrils.

CUT TO
Shot from below. As the HAIR swings past, the camera can see a straight razor clutched in his manipulatory hairs.

CUT TO
Reverse shot. The hair moves toward the camera. He is wearing a grim expression of determination and an eyepatch.

CUT TO
The hair in front of a hotel room door. He knocks.

HAIR
Room service!

JOHN BOLTON’S MUSTACHE
I didn’t order any room service.

HAIR
Mustache wax, compliments of the management, sir!

JOHN BOLTON’S MUSTACHE
Did Hillary send you?!?

HAIR
(trying not to laugh)
Sir?

JOHN BOLTON’S MUSTACHE
Alright, hold on.

PULL BACK
The door opens

HAIR
Aunt Jemima, muthafucka!

The HAIR leaps at JOHN BOLTON’S MUSTACHE, straight razor open

FREEZE FRAME
On the scream of terror on JOHN BOLTON’S MUSTACHE’s John Bolton’s body’s face

 

“I love Aunt Jemima,” Donald said. “Pancakes are how McGriddles are made.”

“No doubt, no doubt,” the hat agreed. “That girl thick like oatmeal.”

“WHAT JUST FUCKING HAPPENED?” the hair screamed.

“You,” Donald said, jabbing his finger at the hat. “My rally, what are you doing?”

“The lawsuit will go nowhere,” the hat assured him. “Even if the lower court rules against us we can tie it up until after the rally. It’s so obvious it has nothing to do with public health. They didn’t try to shut down the riots with it.”

“I have to have my rally,” Donald said. “The Democrats have been having nightly rallies in multiple cities for two weeks now. I’ve got to get myself back out there.”

“Those weren’t exactly rallies, Donald,” the hat said.

“The hell they weren’t. Democrat voters in the street badmouthing me? That’s a political rally.”

“There was widespread burning and looting,” the hat said. “Don’t you read your Twitter feed?”

“They like burning, huh? I’ll burn down Tulsa if I have to,” Donald said. “I’ll burn it all.”