

“I’m sorry, sir. It seems we’ve used all the gold in the world on your Trump Mobile phones. That isn’t a bad thing. The phones were biggly successful. Everyone has one. Putin has two. But, we’re going to have to use a new, even more expensive metal for your name. It’s called Invisbium. Only the most powerful people in the world can even see it. I can’t see it. I’m sure you can, though, sir.”




“I’ve got demons to slay,” he said, and tipped his trilby. The final embers of his cigarette sent up signals from the ashtray that marked the end of the conversation he’d been practicing in the shower for three weeks now. He stood up, and farted a little bit, but it almost sounded like the chair moving, so he didn’t think anyone noticed. “M’lady.”