Donald Trump, Satan and others in “Conflict of Interest”

[entering his and Satan's bedroom, carrying a bowl of soup] Hey, Satan! [takes off his pants and shoes] I made you some soup!

[closely inspects it] I don't like carrots.

Ayyy, relax, guy! Carrots are good for you.

[annoyed] I don't want carrots. I ordered cheesecake on DoorDash.

[enters the bedroom, wearing a neck collar after his last incident with falling down the stairs] Mr. President, I really need to speak with you.

Not now, Brendan Carr! Satan won't eat his carrots.

Oh, come on, Satan, you're eating for two now. Carrots are good for you, see? [takes the soup bowl and eats it]

No, Brendan Carr, don't do it!

[stops eating] Whoa, this is the best soup ever. I-- [drops the bowl and starts gagging] Oh, God! [his stomach rumbles loudly as he's about to have severe explosive diarrhea]

Whoa!