Donald Trump Jr. rises from his bed abruptly. He must pee, so instead of going to the restroom he stands, holds his groin, then flails his arms wildly whilst looking up towards the sky and screaming "choo wagga choo choo!"
After a few more moments of this insanity he finally walks casually to the restroom. As he lowers his pants a mosaic of pixels springs to life around him. He sits in quiet as he does his business. No thoughts. Head empty.

Trump Jr. had the motherlode cheat activated many times upon his birth, so he is in no rush to go to work. He enjoys his shower, but upon completion of his hygiene restoring task a leak is sprung and the floor begins to flood. This upsets him, so he again begins to flail his arms and proclaims "Blursh! Meshaloob! Blursh!" before stomping his foot in anger.

He burns a grilled cheese sandwich before walking out of his front door and then disappearing into the aether, only to reappear moments later at the practice facility. A group of his teammates are desperately trying to find the path into the front door, but a carelessly placed refrigerator has made entering the building impossible. "Sul sul!" Donald greets them as he joins in the foot stomping, frustrated fun.

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