Chapter 10
Click on the cute photo of Iverson to right of this post to read he story so far.
Ever the helpful fairy, Iverson provided Donald Trump with a possum-hair toupee, but that just seemed to infuriate the Donald all the more. His face turned BBBR (bright baboon butt red), then purple, and Iverson wished he'd taken his French-English dictionary with him for the new words he heard that night. "Impudent cockroach!" screamed Donald. Iverson understood that. In retaliation, he elongated Donald's nose and ears. (Well, Iverson did need to practice.) He examined his work; he grinned; he chuckled; and finally he collapsed in hysterics on the Donald's laptop, and Trump quickly overturned an ornamental cold-iron chalice on top of the computer, trapping Iverson inside it.
Then, in a fit of rage, D.T. pawed his furry hands around the telephone receiver and speed-dialed a direct line to Homeland Security.
Captain Craig Welerton, Homeland's duty officer that night, was surprised to hear D.T.'s strained voice on the other end of the hot line. "Major threat to national security . . .direct attack to my person . . . eluding the most sophisticated security system next to the Pentagon."
On the other end of the line, Welerton snapped to attention. He'd been preparing for this moment all his life, it seemed. "Aye, aye, sir. Right away, sir! You can count on me, sir." Straightaway, he dispatched an NYPD SWAT team to Trump Tower. Then, to be on the safe side, he activated two squadrons from the National Guard, the Blue Angels, three stealth bombers, and seven helicopters for initial reconnaissance. And so began the ill-fated invasion of Trump Tower.
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