“What kind of day its been,” said Reince Priebus to himself as he was escorted out of the White House by security. He could hear Anthony Scaramucci laughing in the background but didn’t react. Reice was better than that, he thought to himself. As he turned around to take in one final glance at the West Wing he thought about how amazing it was to serve in such a hallowed space: “Alas, as one chapter ignobly closes, a new chapter unexpectedly opens…””Go back to Wisconsin, you fuckin psychopath!” shouted Scaramucci, interrupting Reince’s inner monologue. “What kind of name is Reince, anyway?” asked the Mooch to a group of interns who were just so very scared and assumed it was a rhetorical question. After a moment of silence: “Seriously, what kind of name is that? It’s stupid as shit.”
“I think its German…” said one young man, who Scaramucci turned to angrily and fired. “Alright, everyone else! Get the fuck back to work!”
As the corridor to the West Wing emptied, Scaramucci turned his gaze to his next target: Steve Bannon.
“Hey Bannon”
“You’re next…”
Bannon didn’t react. He wouldn’t let Scaramucci see how he was hurting him.
“Hey Bannon”
“What do you want?”
I know you tried to suck your own cock.”
“That isn’t true…”
“It doesn’t matter,” said the Mooch to Bannon with a smile before walking away into his new office. “I’m a star,” Scaramucci said to himself before pulling out his penis to stare at it through the mirror in his office. “I am a star. I’m a star, I’m a star, I’m a star. I am a big, bright, shining star.

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