VANCE (breathily, with longing in his eyes) President Trump... I would love to be your Vice President. Trump leans in close, whispering low in J.D.'s sweaty ear. His breath smells heavily of alcohol and Plan B. TRUMP Despite the fact you hated me for so long? Or the fact that your pronouns are he/him and you're from Middletown? Vance's heart flutters in his chest like the wings of a Kentucky chicken in a deep fryer. VANCE Of course, Donny. It's all irrelevant at this moment.

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