This is a work of humorous fantasy as well as political parody. Any persons who actually exist are public figures and depictions here are exaggerated and used for purposes of satire and political commentary as protected by law and the first amendment of the US constitution.

This is the final installment of Donald Trump: Necromancer, where our heroes have their final confrontation with the necromancer in chief.

They pulled up to the gates, and harried-looking security eyed them in obvious relief. A long line of cars was frantically honking, trying to rush through the exit.

"You're here for the rats? You don't look like the guys who do the monthly sprays," the guard said skeptically.

"No we're domestic terrorists who stole a bug van on the off chance you might have a rat emergency at just the time we drove up" Phil said deadpan. "What the f--k do we look like we're here for?"

"No need to be assholes about it," the guard said and waved them through.

As they drove past at a speed calculated to show urgency without looking like they were nervously trying to get away, Magnus clapped the folksinger on the shoulder.

"Was that some Obi Wan shit or just the most creative use of truth telling I've ever seen?"