 Where am I? Donald, is that you? Joe, yeah, it's me. Do you know where we are? I have no idea. This place reminds me of your hotel hallways, though. Joe, I've seen many hallways in my life, and none of them have been this disgusting. You know that my hotel hallways are of the utmost quality, the best around. Joe, did you hear that? No. What was it? Of course you couldn't hear it, you old hag. I think something's following us. What could it be? I thought we were alone here. Joe, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm glad you're here right now. Cut the niceties, Donald. You aren't going to butter me up. I can't tell if we're being followed or if you're breathing too loud. Obama, what are you doing here? Barack, we need to find a way out of these hallways before I walk off the deep end. Well, that would certainly be a short walk, Donald. Bro, he just fried the crap out of you. Shut up, you two. As much as I hate to say it, we're going to have to work together to get out of here. I think between the three of us... I think between the two of us, Obama, we can get out in one piece. Donald, I don't mean to alarm you, but there is a large smile floating behind you. Grab Joe, we've got to make a run for it.