“I knew they would steal it from me,” Donald fumed. “I knew it.”

“They are still counting the votes, Donald,” the hair said, massaging his scalp.

“Thieves!” the hat squealed. “Where are the lawyers?!? Rattle their cages! Hit them with their food bowls! Wake them! Wake them!”

“You won Texas and Florida,” the hair said. “MAGA country is still intact.”

“I love MAGA country,” Donald said, closing his eyes and leaning back. “MAGA country high, not in Colorado,” he crooned.

“Succession!” the hat screamed.

“I won!’ Donald said, “I won!”

“Stolen election!” the hat said, squirming on the desk like a livewire eel.

“LAWYERS!” Donald bellowed.

Rudy entered the Oval Office, driving a herd of junior lawyers before him, mandibles clattering to keep them quiescent. “Mr. President,” he said in a bubbling squeak.

“Lawyers!” Donald said. “Send them to Pennsylvania and Michigan and Wisconsin!”

“Already there,” Rudy said, pausing in grooming his forearms.

“More! More!” the hat said.

“Flood the zone!” Donald. “I want a lawyer there for every stolen vote. When the recounts start, I want them contesting every mail-in ballot!”

“The signatures! The addresses! The inner and the outer envelopes! Hunter Biden has crack-AIDS!” the hat said and then fell over panting.

“Go!” Donald said to the lawyers. “Away! Away!”

The hair tore himself away from Donald’s scalp as the baby lawyers filed out to the rhythmic clattering of Rudy’s manipulatory phalanges.

“I’m going to take a nap,” the hair said tiredly.

“Slink off, traitor,” the hat said. “You should have let me MOVE Philadelphia like I wanted!”

“We couldn’t firebomb Philadelphia!” the hair said.

“Not with that sort of defeatist attitude!” the hat show back.

“Turn off the TVs, Donald,” the hair said. “We won’t know anything until maybe tomorrow.”

“They should have stopped counting once I won,” Donald fumed. “What’s the point of counting after that if not to steal the election from me?”

“Chuck Todd’s comb forward isn’t fooling anyone!” the hat yelled at the NBC feed.

“Limbo,” Donald moaned, “I’m in limbo. I don’t want to be a one-termer. Don’t make me a one-termer.”

“Armed revolt! Rise up, MAGA country! Rise up, you fucking hicks!” the hat howled.

“Can we all calm down?!?” the hair begged.

“Never!” Donald and his hat screamed together.