This record should be played at Mar-A-
Vago at ear-dissolving volume.
DT: What is that fuckin' racket?!
Assistant: It's a tropical storm, Mr. President.
DT: Well turn it down!
Assistant: I'm sorry, sir, there's nothing we can do about it. It's a tropical fuck storm.
DT: What did you just say to me?!
Assistant: A tropical FUCK storm, sir. It used to be drones.
DT: What?! I can't hear ya!
Assistant: AUSTRALIAN DRONES, sir. But they got pissed off because you wouldn't do jack shit about climate change, or anything else for that matter, and you keep shitting on the world in every fucking possible way imaginable, so they mutated into a TROPICAL FUCK STORM.
DT: Fuck you!!!
Assistant: No, tropical FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!