two greedy narcissist man-babies, one government. on paper, this clash of the ginormous egos shouldn’t have worked. you wouldn’t imagine there would be enough room in the Oval Office for both of these of broken-inside attention hogs. you’d figure the first time the the Space Nazi took the spotlight off Dear Leader, Donny would have exploded into a five-alarm shit-fit. but these two clowns actually found their groove — because it turns out that the arrangement was perfect for Donny. he’s a lazy fuck who just wants to be president, but not endure any of the work that presidenting entails. golfing and grifting, that’s all Donny really wants to do. let the Space Nazi do all the hard stuff. Donny’ll just sit at the Resolute Desk and preen for the press, and sign whatever papers his handlers stick in front him — leaving him free to hawk crypto scams to the rubes, and hang out at Motel-a-Lago every weekend.