There is no truth to the rumor that, on President Trump’s desk, is a small, intricately-carved ebony and inlaid-pearl box containing a tiny portion of the souls of all those he has angered by mean-tweeting them. It’s actually a warehouse in Alexandria.
Alexandria Egypt, huh? Ima book a trip and go see it! Take selfies in front of the pyramids and ride the Sphinx like a mechanical bull!
Gonna need a bigger box.
How can he collect souls from people lacking them in the first place?
It is not without difficulty that he is able to collect a soul from the soulless.
I saw that warehouse. Just another big steel building in an industrial park. I wasn’t afraid because my innoculations are current. I really enjoyed watching the robed priests dollying the crates around, though.