Everybody Wants To Rule The World
Final segment:
Everybody Wants To Rule The World
The fourth and final box stood there on the table, giving off a glistening golden aura of sorts which blinded Nathan for a few seconds before clearing away. He took a closer look at the box before moving his way over to it, carefully opening it up to see what was inside it, inside the box there appeared to be a golden tie of sorts with a capital T imprinted on it. What did the t stand for exactly? It was a complete mystery, but it must have had something to do with gold. And to him that could have meant anything.
He admired the craftsmanship and design of the tie for a few seconds before turning to put it on in the mirror, but just as he did - a spirit of some kind emerged from the box, making him jump back in shock. The spirit looked very much like Donald Trump right down to the hairstyle.
"Eeew! It's you, the big orange idiot.."
"Hey! I resent that!"
"What do YOU want, H.R Trumpnstuff?"
"Woah woah woah there, there's no need for you be hostile."
"Why shouldn't I? You were hostile to everyone, you used to be good you know but now look at you! Eeeew! Trumpty, has anyone told you that it's tomato juice that cures a skunk stink and NOT orange juice? Also..looking like you crawled out of the produce isle is NOT going to help you."
"Hey, that's not nice..."
"Neither are you..."
"I don't know what you're talking about, i'm very nice...the nicest man ever."
"YOU? Nice? I'd hate to break it to you, Goldfish Face but...you're the most horrible person in the world and you're one of the reasons why this year was so freaking terrible next to all the celebrity deaths. Seriously...why? Why do you do such stupid things?"
"Aaaw come on...am I really that awful?"
"Yes..you are."
"But..."
"But nothing. Maybe you were a good guy once upon a time, but now you're an ogre of a man who wants to make sure that NOBODY will want to be American ever again. I've heard all of your complaints, especially on Twitter. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"I just don't think Alec Baldwin's portrayal of me is accurate."
"Bullspit...it's 100% accurate and you better get used to it. I mean what kind of idiot are you if you haven't heard of the concept of satire? It was YOUR idea to have Alec Baldwin play you on SNL, you gave him your 'blessing' so to speak. If you don't like it, that's YOUR problem."
"I just don't like it..."
"You dislike everything, Sir Complains A Lot. There are other 206 bones in your body and yet not a single one of them is nice or compassionate. You're a forest that is all prickles and brambles and no flowers. Trying to find where your heart is like finding a needle in a haystack..or in this case, hay in a needlestack."
"I'm not that evil am I?"
"Of course you are. My god, you are a complete mess. I mean you complain about everything, throw hissyfits and on top of that, there's the icing on this already gooey and slimy orange cake regarding your campaign. Seriously...you're one messed up individual."
"Welll..."
"Oh and that icing on the cake? The fact that YOU'RE going to be our next president. I don't know whether you will make the US 'great again' as you put it, but you're going to be making a lot of new enemies and i'm one of them. Congratulations, Dimwit in Chief...you're already making a lot of people's enemy lists."
"But I have friends in high places..."
"I know all all about your buddy-buddy relationship with Putin already."
"Can't you be nice to me just this once?"
"No can do Trumpty Dumpty.."
"Come on...give me a chance, i'm not so bad once you get to know me."
"Forget it, there's no way i'm giving you a chance."
"Aaaaaw..."
"Trumpty..."
"YOU MONSTER!"
"I'm not the monster here...you are!"
"Hmph!"
"See? There you go again. Hey, Trump the Tragic Dragon - here's something you should know before you complain about me or anyone else again. And that is that it doesn't pay to act the way you are acting right now. You are a hateful, spiteful person with attitude problems up the wazoo."
"OH YEAH?"
The Trump-like spirit roared a few times, trying to intimidate him but he just shook his head and sighed - normally he would be intimidated by this sort of thing but given this was basically Trump in spectral form, he wasn't in the least bit frightened - he chuckled before shrugging it off.
"You don't scare me..."
"Oh?"
"Yeah...you don't frighten me in the slightest."
"Come on, be scared."
"I already am scared but not because you're a spirit, no - it's because of what you're going to do to our country. That's why i'm scared. Normally i'd be scared if a spirit like you tried to intimidate me, but you're basically Trump.. so nothing you do can scare me."
"WHAT?"
"Face it...you're scary enough on your own without any supernatural guidance."
"Oh...just you wait, i'll show you how fearsome I can be."
"Bring it on..but I doubt that you'll succeed. So put away those proverbial knives of yours, because I don't think there is one that cut through me in the slightest. You don't frighten me at all.."
"Rest assured, Mr Forester that my 'proverbial knives' as you call them are sharp enough to cut you to the bone and that my gaze is one that is cold enough to eat hearts like ones for hors-d'oeuvres."
"Oooh, tough talk coming from a not so tough man.."
"Stop it..."
"Stop what?"
"Sassing me...come on, you're supposed to be frightened."
"Trumpty...you're not intimidating me in the slightest."
Nathan chuckled to himself as he pointed to his own head with his finger, mimicking the 'you're crazy' gesture and making a cuckoo-like sound as he did so, which angered the spirit and made him react.
"I SAW THAT!"
"What?"
"THAT! YOU THINK I'VE GOT A CLOCK IN MY HEAD...DON'T YOU?"
"Wooooo-oooh."
"Can it..."
"Oh so i'm not allowed to talk back to you but you're allowed to insult me? That is so hypocritical and so typical of you. That's the problem with you, you're always starting arguments and then complaining when nobody agrees with you."
"That is not true..."
"Oh yes it is..."
"AAAARGH!"
As Nathan continued to make wisecracks at the spirit, the spirit grew rather impatient in his attempts to try and frighten him. He chuckled a little before turning his back on the spirit. He had to admit it was pretty amusing to see this spirit throwing tantrums and hissyfits as well as trying to scare him.
"I must admit i'm really having fun. You're really the most pathetic spirit ever. You can't intimidate me no matter what. I mean look at you...you're a big orange goo-ball that is failing to frighten me."
"Oh..i'm failing am I? Well then have I got quite the surprise for you! Just you wait!"
"Oooh, i'm so frightened..."
"LOOK OUT, HERE I COME!"
Without warning, the Trump-like spirit charged right into him and then flew into his body through his mouth, possessing him as he did so. Nathan flinched as he began to feel a series of unnatural sensations jolting through his body, as if someone was trying to take control of it. The writing on the note also had changed - now reading 'welcome to your life'.
On the other side of the note there was 'there's no turning back' 'even while we sleep' and 'we will find you'. 'Acting on your best behavior' was also imprinted on the box, he recognized these as the lyrics of a famous song by Tears For Fears. He panicked as he listened to the spirit taunting him.
"Oh boy, this is going to be fun..."
"YOU! GET OUT OF MY BODY RIGHT NOW. I DON'T WANT EVEN ANYTHING REMOTELY TRUMPISH IN ME AT ALL, NOT EVEN IF IT'S A LITTLE! I DON'T ANYTHING TRUMPISH IN THIS BODY OF MINE..DO YOU HEAR ME? NOW GET OUT OF MY BODY RIGHT NOW OR ELSE!"
"Now why would I do that? We're just getting started..."
"Well you better not do anything to ruin my reputation while you're in there. And you better even think about making me beat myself up or anything. You are not going to make me do anything like that."
"I would never do that..."
"Oh? You wouldn't?"
"Of course not...I have something better..."
"And what would that be?"
"Oh, you're going to regret asking that.."
Just then he heard a series of unsettling gurgling sounds coming from his stomach, it was as if he was going to be violently ill - but the funny thing was that he didn't look feel ill, he just felt uncomfortable and a bit uneasy. He clutched his stomach a few times as his heart-beat sped up by a few paces. The notes now read 'turn your back on mother nature' and 'everybody wants to rule the world'.
He could hear the spirit taunting him from within and it was starting to drive him crazy, but that wasn't all - he began to feel even more uneasy as his skin slowly glistened and lost its imperfections, in addition to this his chest and torso started broadening along with his arms, his hands enlarging a little as the changes progressed. He heard a series of ripping and popping sounds as his black button up shirt with the spider web insignia on the front popped apart, revealing what appeared to be a coloration of sorts forming on his body.
The coloration wrapped itself around his body, developing into a business suit of sorts with matching pants as his legs stretched to go with his arms, his feet remaining the same size as always, just a bit bigger as a pair of black shoes formed on them, the notes now reading 'it's my own design, it's my own remorse', 'help me to decide' 'help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure' 'nothing ever lasts forever'.
His back and shoulders broadened as he elevated in height to 6'2, now weighing between 198-236lbs of not quite fat and not quite muscle as he groaned a few times, trying to fight the spirits influence. His hair slicking itself back, becoming almost fluffy as it turned from dark brown to blonde - his brow becoming a bit more pronounced as his eyebrows thickened and then 'blonded' to match the color of his hair. The notes reading 'everybody wants to rule the world' once more before changing to 'there's a room where the light won't find you' 'holding hands while the walls come tumbling down' 'When they do i'll be right behind you' 'so glad, we almost made it' 'so sad we had to fade it'.
"No...it can't be! Please tell me, it's not... oh no...no...no...noooo! Nooo....anything but this! Nooo..anything but this. Stop! Get out of me, please? I don't want this. Please stop!"
"Too late...you're coming along nicely..."
"STOP THIS RIGHT NOW! GET OUT!"
A long, crimson colored necktie of sorts wrapped around his neck as his neckline altered, the notes from before now sporting the 'everybody wants to rule the world' message in gold as he continued to alter appearance wise, his eyes widening and turning from brown to an icy bluish color. His cheekbones sharpening to almost villainous level as his nose altered, his jawline shifting a bit as his lips altered a bit to give them an almost semi-heart shaped look.
The spirit's influence was continuing to alter him from within and on the outside as his features morphed and reshaped themselves, if it wasn't for the 6'2 height and the signature hair-style and suit he could have shown he resembled Owen Wilson crossed with Harrison Ford and Bill Pullman, looking in the mirror he was horrified to see who he was becoming.
"Well..."
"WHAT? THERE'S NO WAY THIS IS HAPPENING. I'M TURNING INTO YOU! EEEW! EEW! ICKY! HORRIFYING. I don't want to be you. Being Donald Trump would be even worse than being turned into a bra or a pixie that exists to sit on some random dude's genitalia. Eeeew! I DON'T WANT THIS! Couldn't I just have been possessed by a spirit that looks like Bo Derek instead? That would be so much better than this."
"You should be happy you're becoming 80's/90's me rather than election era me."
"Becoming you would be an even bigger nightmare than turning into Russell Brand."
He squirmed as his features altered further until he resembled 80's/90's to early 2000's era Donald Trump, as horrified as he was to not only be possessed by a Trumpish spirit but also becoming Trump himself, he had to admit that younger Trump had a look that was definitely noble and regal as opposed to election era Trump.
"My..oh my....I forgot how good looking I was when I looked like that. Thanks for reminding me. This truly is turning out better than I thought it would. You really are taking this well aren't you?"
"Well as long as I don't have to sound, talk and/or act like you.."
"Oh...you're not done yet!"
"What?"
The spirit chuckled as he witnessed the next part of the process happening, Nathan gasped as his voice deepened and gruffened, becoming fierce but also very authoritative and almost imposing as it shifted, giving him Trump's voice, accent and mannerisms. He gasped as he covered his mouth out of shock. He had been 'Trumped' a few times before but it was still weird to him.
"Yes...that's much better, you sound just like me now."
"Alright, you've had your fun - now get out of my body."
"Aaaaw...come on, don't you like this?"
"Well I do admit you were quite a looker in the 80's and 90's and early 2000's. I am most certainly am grateful i'm not an orange cretin like current you is. Ugh...I can't stand this.."
"Can't stand this indecision? Married with a lack of vision?"
"Uh..."
The note from before reading 'everybody wants to rule the world' appeared again as several mini notes appeared next to them. He held his head in agony as his memories and thoughts realigned and reshaped themselves, traces of 'Nathan' fading away and being replaced with those of pre-election era Trump, a few seconds later the mental changes completed and he remembered who he was.
Everything prior to this was a complete blur, and he was now fully influenced by the spirit that was in his body, he was now pre-election Trump in body, mind and personality but luckily he had his intelligence still intact and wasn't corrupt, evil or insane. After having a go at walking around in his new form, he decided it wasn't half bad - not the first person he'd ask to be but he was fine with it.
"Say that you'll never ever ever need it, one headline why believe it?"
The 'everybody wants to rule the world' notes materialized on the wall, this time accompanied by the mini ones which read 'all for freedom and for pleasure' 'nothing ever lasts forever'. The infamous Tears for Fears song that had all the lyrics that were on the notes playing in the background as he looked out the window, he was hesitant about whether or not he should go the halloween ball the way he was.
He thought for a few seconds before humming to the song and getting ready, he didn't need a costume though - he could just go as he was and he knew he most likely would blend in anyway considering that almost everyone in the entire city would be probably dressed as Trump also.
And as for with that, he took off and headed to the costume ball. He of course became the talk of the entire celebration when people brought up how realistic his Trump 'costume' and 'imitation' were. Which he was very flattered by, given that he was the incarnation of Trump in his prime.
As for what happened later, he decided to take a look around and spend a little time getting used to who he was. A couple of seconds later, the third box appeared standing next to the final box, the fourth and final box - this time being wrapped in illustrious gold-colored paper and sporting a capital T on it. He did have a bit of trouble explaining to his friends what happened though.
Now, all for of the boxes stood there on the table. All of them lined up in a row as a half paw-like hand placed itself on the top of them, that paw-like hand belonging to that of the hostess known as the 'Shadow Seamstress'.
Everybody Wants To Rule The World
The fourth and final box stood there on the table, giving off a glistening golden aura of sorts which blinded Nathan for a few seconds before clearing away. He took a closer look at the box before moving his way over to it, carefully opening it up to see what was inside it, inside the box there appeared to be a golden tie of sorts with a capital T imprinted on it. What did the t stand for exactly? It was a complete mystery, but it must have had something to do with gold. And to him that could have meant anything.
He admired the craftsmanship and design of the tie for a few seconds before turning to put it on in the mirror, but just as he did - a spirit of some kind emerged from the box, making him jump back in shock. The spirit looked very much like Donald Trump right down to the hairstyle.
"Eeew! It's you, the big orange idiot.."
"Hey! I resent that!"
"What do YOU want, H.R Trumpnstuff?"
"Woah woah woah there, there's no need for you be hostile."
"Why shouldn't I? You were hostile to everyone, you used to be good you know but now look at you! Eeeew! Trumpty, has anyone told you that it's tomato juice that cures a skunk stink and NOT orange juice? Also..looking like you crawled out of the produce isle is NOT going to help you."
"Hey, that's not nice..."
"Neither are you..."
"I don't know what you're talking about, i'm very nice...the nicest man ever."
"YOU? Nice? I'd hate to break it to you, Goldfish Face but...you're the most horrible person in the world and you're one of the reasons why this year was so freaking terrible next to all the celebrity deaths. Seriously...why? Why do you do such stupid things?"
"Aaaw come on...am I really that awful?"
"Yes..you are."
"But..."
"But nothing. Maybe you were a good guy once upon a time, but now you're an ogre of a man who wants to make sure that NOBODY will want to be American ever again. I've heard all of your complaints, especially on Twitter. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"I just don't think Alec Baldwin's portrayal of me is accurate."
"Bullspit...it's 100% accurate and you better get used to it. I mean what kind of idiot are you if you haven't heard of the concept of satire? It was YOUR idea to have Alec Baldwin play you on SNL, you gave him your 'blessing' so to speak. If you don't like it, that's YOUR problem."
"I just don't like it..."
"You dislike everything, Sir Complains A Lot. There are other 206 bones in your body and yet not a single one of them is nice or compassionate. You're a forest that is all prickles and brambles and no flowers. Trying to find where your heart is like finding a needle in a haystack..or in this case, hay in a needlestack."
"I'm not that evil am I?"
"Of course you are. My god, you are a complete mess. I mean you complain about everything, throw hissyfits and on top of that, there's the icing on this already gooey and slimy orange cake regarding your campaign. Seriously...you're one messed up individual."
"Welll..."
"Oh and that icing on the cake? The fact that YOU'RE going to be our next president. I don't know whether you will make the US 'great again' as you put it, but you're going to be making a lot of new enemies and i'm one of them. Congratulations, Dimwit in Chief...you're already making a lot of people's enemy lists."
"But I have friends in high places..."
"I know all all about your buddy-buddy relationship with Putin already."
"Can't you be nice to me just this once?"
"No can do Trumpty Dumpty.."
"Come on...give me a chance, i'm not so bad once you get to know me."
"Forget it, there's no way i'm giving you a chance."
"Aaaaaw..."
"Trumpty..."
"YOU MONSTER!"
"I'm not the monster here...you are!"
"Hmph!"
"See? There you go again. Hey, Trump the Tragic Dragon - here's something you should know before you complain about me or anyone else again. And that is that it doesn't pay to act the way you are acting right now. You are a hateful, spiteful person with attitude problems up the wazoo."
"OH YEAH?"
The Trump-like spirit roared a few times, trying to intimidate him but he just shook his head and sighed - normally he would be intimidated by this sort of thing but given this was basically Trump in spectral form, he wasn't in the least bit frightened - he chuckled before shrugging it off.
"You don't scare me..."
"Oh?"
"Yeah...you don't frighten me in the slightest."
"Come on, be scared."
"I already am scared but not because you're a spirit, no - it's because of what you're going to do to our country. That's why i'm scared. Normally i'd be scared if a spirit like you tried to intimidate me, but you're basically Trump.. so nothing you do can scare me."
"WHAT?"
"Face it...you're scary enough on your own without any supernatural guidance."
"Oh...just you wait, i'll show you how fearsome I can be."
"Bring it on..but I doubt that you'll succeed. So put away those proverbial knives of yours, because I don't think there is one that cut through me in the slightest. You don't frighten me at all.."
"Rest assured, Mr Forester that my 'proverbial knives' as you call them are sharp enough to cut you to the bone and that my gaze is one that is cold enough to eat hearts like ones for hors-d'oeuvres."
"Oooh, tough talk coming from a not so tough man.."
"Stop it..."
"Stop what?"
"Sassing me...come on, you're supposed to be frightened."
"Trumpty...you're not intimidating me in the slightest."
Nathan chuckled to himself as he pointed to his own head with his finger, mimicking the 'you're crazy' gesture and making a cuckoo-like sound as he did so, which angered the spirit and made him react.
"I SAW THAT!"
"What?"
"THAT! YOU THINK I'VE GOT A CLOCK IN MY HEAD...DON'T YOU?"
"Wooooo-oooh."
"Can it..."
"Oh so i'm not allowed to talk back to you but you're allowed to insult me? That is so hypocritical and so typical of you. That's the problem with you, you're always starting arguments and then complaining when nobody agrees with you."
"That is not true..."
"Oh yes it is..."
"AAAARGH!"
As Nathan continued to make wisecracks at the spirit, the spirit grew rather impatient in his attempts to try and frighten him. He chuckled a little before turning his back on the spirit. He had to admit it was pretty amusing to see this spirit throwing tantrums and hissyfits as well as trying to scare him.
"I must admit i'm really having fun. You're really the most pathetic spirit ever. You can't intimidate me no matter what. I mean look at you...you're a big orange goo-ball that is failing to frighten me."
"Oh..i'm failing am I? Well then have I got quite the surprise for you! Just you wait!"
"Oooh, i'm so frightened..."
"LOOK OUT, HERE I COME!"
Without warning, the Trump-like spirit charged right into him and then flew into his body through his mouth, possessing him as he did so. Nathan flinched as he began to feel a series of unnatural sensations jolting through his body, as if someone was trying to take control of it. The writing on the note also had changed - now reading 'welcome to your life'.
On the other side of the note there was 'there's no turning back' 'even while we sleep' and 'we will find you'. 'Acting on your best behavior' was also imprinted on the box, he recognized these as the lyrics of a famous song by Tears For Fears. He panicked as he listened to the spirit taunting him.
"Oh boy, this is going to be fun..."
"YOU! GET OUT OF MY BODY RIGHT NOW. I DON'T WANT EVEN ANYTHING REMOTELY TRUMPISH IN ME AT ALL, NOT EVEN IF IT'S A LITTLE! I DON'T ANYTHING TRUMPISH IN THIS BODY OF MINE..DO YOU HEAR ME? NOW GET OUT OF MY BODY RIGHT NOW OR ELSE!"
"Now why would I do that? We're just getting started..."
"Well you better not do anything to ruin my reputation while you're in there. And you better even think about making me beat myself up or anything. You are not going to make me do anything like that."
"I would never do that..."
"Oh? You wouldn't?"
"Of course not...I have something better..."
"And what would that be?"
"Oh, you're going to regret asking that.."
Just then he heard a series of unsettling gurgling sounds coming from his stomach, it was as if he was going to be violently ill - but the funny thing was that he didn't look feel ill, he just felt uncomfortable and a bit uneasy. He clutched his stomach a few times as his heart-beat sped up by a few paces. The notes now read 'turn your back on mother nature' and 'everybody wants to rule the world'.
He could hear the spirit taunting him from within and it was starting to drive him crazy, but that wasn't all - he began to feel even more uneasy as his skin slowly glistened and lost its imperfections, in addition to this his chest and torso started broadening along with his arms, his hands enlarging a little as the changes progressed. He heard a series of ripping and popping sounds as his black button up shirt with the spider web insignia on the front popped apart, revealing what appeared to be a coloration of sorts forming on his body.
The coloration wrapped itself around his body, developing into a business suit of sorts with matching pants as his legs stretched to go with his arms, his feet remaining the same size as always, just a bit bigger as a pair of black shoes formed on them, the notes now reading 'it's my own design, it's my own remorse', 'help me to decide' 'help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure' 'nothing ever lasts forever'.
His back and shoulders broadened as he elevated in height to 6'2, now weighing between 198-236lbs of not quite fat and not quite muscle as he groaned a few times, trying to fight the spirits influence. His hair slicking itself back, becoming almost fluffy as it turned from dark brown to blonde - his brow becoming a bit more pronounced as his eyebrows thickened and then 'blonded' to match the color of his hair. The notes reading 'everybody wants to rule the world' once more before changing to 'there's a room where the light won't find you' 'holding hands while the walls come tumbling down' 'When they do i'll be right behind you' 'so glad, we almost made it' 'so sad we had to fade it'.
"No...it can't be! Please tell me, it's not... oh no...no...no...noooo! Nooo....anything but this! Nooo..anything but this. Stop! Get out of me, please? I don't want this. Please stop!"
"Too late...you're coming along nicely..."
"STOP THIS RIGHT NOW! GET OUT!"
A long, crimson colored necktie of sorts wrapped around his neck as his neckline altered, the notes from before now sporting the 'everybody wants to rule the world' message in gold as he continued to alter appearance wise, his eyes widening and turning from brown to an icy bluish color. His cheekbones sharpening to almost villainous level as his nose altered, his jawline shifting a bit as his lips altered a bit to give them an almost semi-heart shaped look.
The spirit's influence was continuing to alter him from within and on the outside as his features morphed and reshaped themselves, if it wasn't for the 6'2 height and the signature hair-style and suit he could have shown he resembled Owen Wilson crossed with Harrison Ford and Bill Pullman, looking in the mirror he was horrified to see who he was becoming.
"Well..."
"WHAT? THERE'S NO WAY THIS IS HAPPENING. I'M TURNING INTO YOU! EEEW! EEW! ICKY! HORRIFYING. I don't want to be you. Being Donald Trump would be even worse than being turned into a bra or a pixie that exists to sit on some random dude's genitalia. Eeeew! I DON'T WANT THIS! Couldn't I just have been possessed by a spirit that looks like Bo Derek instead? That would be so much better than this."
"You should be happy you're becoming 80's/90's me rather than election era me."
"Becoming you would be an even bigger nightmare than turning into Russell Brand."
He squirmed as his features altered further until he resembled 80's/90's to early 2000's era Donald Trump, as horrified as he was to not only be possessed by a Trumpish spirit but also becoming Trump himself, he had to admit that younger Trump had a look that was definitely noble and regal as opposed to election era Trump.
"My..oh my....I forgot how good looking I was when I looked like that. Thanks for reminding me. This truly is turning out better than I thought it would. You really are taking this well aren't you?"
"Well as long as I don't have to sound, talk and/or act like you.."
"Oh...you're not done yet!"
"What?"
The spirit chuckled as he witnessed the next part of the process happening, Nathan gasped as his voice deepened and gruffened, becoming fierce but also very authoritative and almost imposing as it shifted, giving him Trump's voice, accent and mannerisms. He gasped as he covered his mouth out of shock. He had been 'Trumped' a few times before but it was still weird to him.
"Yes...that's much better, you sound just like me now."
"Alright, you've had your fun - now get out of my body."
"Aaaaw...come on, don't you like this?"
"Well I do admit you were quite a looker in the 80's and 90's and early 2000's. I am most certainly am grateful i'm not an orange cretin like current you is. Ugh...I can't stand this.."
"Can't stand this indecision? Married with a lack of vision?"
"Uh..."
The note from before reading 'everybody wants to rule the world' appeared again as several mini notes appeared next to them. He held his head in agony as his memories and thoughts realigned and reshaped themselves, traces of 'Nathan' fading away and being replaced with those of pre-election era Trump, a few seconds later the mental changes completed and he remembered who he was.
Everything prior to this was a complete blur, and he was now fully influenced by the spirit that was in his body, he was now pre-election Trump in body, mind and personality but luckily he had his intelligence still intact and wasn't corrupt, evil or insane. After having a go at walking around in his new form, he decided it wasn't half bad - not the first person he'd ask to be but he was fine with it.
"Say that you'll never ever ever need it, one headline why believe it?"
The 'everybody wants to rule the world' notes materialized on the wall, this time accompanied by the mini ones which read 'all for freedom and for pleasure' 'nothing ever lasts forever'. The infamous Tears for Fears song that had all the lyrics that were on the notes playing in the background as he looked out the window, he was hesitant about whether or not he should go the halloween ball the way he was.
He thought for a few seconds before humming to the song and getting ready, he didn't need a costume though - he could just go as he was and he knew he most likely would blend in anyway considering that almost everyone in the entire city would be probably dressed as Trump also.
And as for with that, he took off and headed to the costume ball. He of course became the talk of the entire celebration when people brought up how realistic his Trump 'costume' and 'imitation' were. Which he was very flattered by, given that he was the incarnation of Trump in his prime.
As for what happened later, he decided to take a look around and spend a little time getting used to who he was. A couple of seconds later, the third box appeared standing next to the final box, the fourth and final box - this time being wrapped in illustrious gold-colored paper and sporting a capital T on it. He did have a bit of trouble explaining to his friends what happened though.
Now, all for of the boxes stood there on the table. All of them lined up in a row as a half paw-like hand placed itself on the top of them, that paw-like hand belonging to that of the hostess known as the 'Shadow Seamstress'.
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