I'm the Constitution, Dammit! The Constitution slammed his empty shot glass on the mahogany counter. Stammered sputters gave way to slow slurred speech. "Gimme another, Joe. A double."

"Hey, buddy, you been at it all night. How 'bout a breather?"

"Last I checked I'm still law of this land, dammit."
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The Joy of Tate Joy Behar's voice rang out through the studio. "Andrew Tate--what a joke. If I ever saw that man, I'd slap him so hard his ego would crack."

The applause from the studio audience rolled in, predictable and comforting.

"Any woman who gives him the time of day should have her head examined." She leaned back in her chair, savoring the moment.
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Buttigieg and the Trump Discharge Rachel Maddow leaned forward at her desk, her glasses catching the studio lights. "Hold on, Pete, we have breaking news." She tapped her earpiece, her expression sharpening. "Donald Trump has officially been discharged."

"Discharged?" Buttigieg repeated, his voice indignant. "Where is the justice?"

The screen cut to a clip of Trump at a rally, his voice booming: "Nobody has bigger discharges than me. Believe me, folks, they're yuge."
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The Transformation Damien Voss stood, silent and still, up against the wall, hiding in a crevice just outside the operating room.

The hallway was empty and quiet, aside from the clatter of surgical tools behind the double swing doors of the operating room. Until footsteps approached.

Voss waited. Listening as Dr. Langdon came within striking distance.
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Papa They sat in silence for some time, gazing at their dilapidated world until the boy spoke again. "Papa, things just don't make sense."

Papa's heart dropped into his empty stomach. He took his eyes off the gray sky and set them on the boy. "How so, son?"

The boy pointed to the Lincoln Memorial. "You said that was a shrine to a great man and that now it?s submerged in sludge."
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King Sadim, and the Dream from his Father Young Sadim dismounted his camel. The desert sand burned his bare feet as he raced into the tent that he called home.

"Father, I ruined something today." He spoke fast, unable to contain his excitement. "The old man that sells shish-kabobs at the market. He spent years building that business and I destroyed it." He waited, hoping as always, for his father's praise.

But, as always, none came. His father remained seated on the floor in the corner and simply stared ahead. He sighed.
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