Mister Punch My Face: "People are stressed because Trump is taking every problem on earth and gone 100% at fixing it"

[Ocelot II]

5. Hey, Kevin. Can I call you Kevin? Or should I be more formal and call you Director Asshat?

In any event, Director Kevin Asshat, I'd like a word. Actually, it's a question: Do you really, really like the smell of Trump's farts and the taste of his ball sweat? Because you're spending an awful lot of time in that region, and the problem is that when you're down there tickling the Big Guy's taint you can't read charts or analyze numbers or even hear Lindsey Graham whining, "Hey, Kevin, it's my turn! I need to get my head in there at least up to the ears or he won't invite me to his birthday party!" But maybe all that gas that you can't get enough of has a psychotropic effect that makes you hallucinate Jesus telling you Donald Trump is the kindest, bravest, warmest, most wonderful human being you've ever known in your life, plus he's an economic genius who can even distinguish a squirrel from a rhinoceros. But when he's gone, Kevin, what are you going to do with your sad, stupid life?