*Justin and Donald are standing in the living room of their apartment*
Justin: THIS TIME YOU'VE DONE IT DONALD! THIS TIME YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR!
Donald: DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE WITH ME! IT HURTS MY EARS!
Justin: YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO WHAT YOU DID!
Donald: WHY DON'T YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU PATHETIC TWAT!?
Justin: I HAVE SOMETHING MUCH MORE APPROPRIATE PLANNED FOR THIS CIRCUMSTANCE!
Donald: I'D LOVE TO HEAR WHAT THAT IS! No, wait...
Justin: I HAVE BEEN IN CONTACT WITH THE SUPREME COURT!
Donald: The Supreme Court of Mexico? Are you serious!?
Justin: DON'T MISINTERPRET ME! I SAID THE SUPREME COURT! NOT THE SUPREME COURT!?
Donald: What in God's name is happening right now?
*time passes and Donald follows Justin to an old RV parked behind the apartment complex where Justin knocks on the door of the RV, and after a while an African American man in a bathrobe answers*
Justin: Mr. Supreme Court.
Supreme Court: The correct verbiage would be Mr. Court, as Supreme is my first name.
Donald: Your name is Supreme Court?
Supreme Court: Correct, and you are addressing the Supreme Court as there are none other with that name.
Justin: Mr. Court, I have an issue that demands an arbitration judge of your stature.
Supreme Court: Hmm, yes. I imagine that this must be a very monumentous concern of yours to request my expert analysis.
*Justin noticeably cringes*
Donald: What the fuck is the matter Justin? Do you not value the analysis of Supreme Court?
Justin: Can we please not use words that reference the butt, or contain any butt related words?
Supreme Court: Hmm, it seems that butts make the honorable Mr. Trudeau uncomfortable. Until further notices we must not reference these terms until absolutely necessary.
Donald: Fine by me, let's do this.
*Supreme Court leads Justin and Donald into his cramped RV and they sit on a sofa while Supreme Court sits in a provocative manner on a swivel chair in the middle of the room.*
Justin: I hope you have a good counsel Donald, because my lawyer is none other than Marcia Clark.
*the door to the RV flies open and Marcia Clark enters wearing business attire and stands beside Justin*
Marcia: Welcome to Hell Donald.
Marcia: Your ass is grass you bitch!
Justin: Ah, no. Donald is not a bitch, he's my friend. And please don't refer to his ass.
Donald: You heard the woman. Lay off me Marcia.
Marcia: Hey, fuck you! Who is your stupid lawyer anyway?
Donald: He's on his way.
*A man rushes in wearing a business suit*
Donald: Ladies and Mr. Court, my lawyer is none other than Reginald D. Butts.
Supreme Court: Hmm, I am deeply honored by the presence of a lawyer of Mr. Butts' renown.
Donald: Stop shouting.
Supreme Court: I sense that the lawyers present are surprised at their presence at this present time.
Reginald: I'll say, Marcia is my ex-wife!
Donald: Justin, you're a bitch! You hired Butts' ex without telling me!?
*Justin cringes harder*
Marcia: It's true, I am Butts' ex. But being Butts' ex won't effect my disciplined approach to this case.
*Justin cringes harderer*
Reginald: I don't want Marcia stigmatized as being Butts' ex. I want the world to know that there's no shame in being Butts' ex.
Justin: STOP TALKING ABOUT BUTTSEX!
Supreme Court: Mr. Trudeau, it appears that you take issue with Mr. Butts' ex being in your presence, and yet you hired her.
Justin: Please, don't say buttsex anymore. I don't like imagining sex with butts involved.
Donald: We're not talking about buttsex you stupid pervert. We're talking about your lawyer, who I'm offended is Butts' ex.
Reginald: My ex-wife is a terrific lawyer, and I won't have Justin mocking her for being recognized by some as Butts' ex.
Supreme Court: Mr. Trudeau, for this case to proceed you will need to give a sincere apology to Butts' ex for your behavior.
Justin: Ms. Clark...
Marcia: In respect to my ex-husband's stature, I would prefer that you recognize me as Butts' ex from here on.
*Justin cringes harder than before*
Supreme Court: You will be held in contempt of Supreme Court's Supreme Court if you do not apologize this instant.
Justin: Butts'... ex.
Donald: Say it right you fucking idiot.
Justin: Butts' ex, I apologize.
Marcia: Thank you Justin, now just what in the fuck is this case about? I haven't been briefed.
Reginald: Neither have I!
Supreme Court: I too am without a brief, in the sense of a briefing of the case at hand and underneath my flowing bathrobe.
*Supreme Court puts his leg up to sit more comfortably, causing all except for Justin to cringe*
Justin: Watch this.
*Justin holds his hand up as if to offer a high five, Donald looks and high fives him*
Justin: Oh, you didn't do that earlier.
Donald: I literally have no idea what happened two minutes ago. Why are we here?
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. - Hamlet
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