Humorous Dialogue on Food and Trust

My president, please, I don't need to know what it is,

just give it to

me.

Beautiful plate. Nobody serves it like this. Nobody.

If you made it, I know it's good.

That's not dirt. That's seasoning.

Don't explain it to me, sir. I already believe you.

You want sauce?

Whatever you put in that bowl, I'm eating it.

I trust your hands more than I trust my own stomach.

Hell yeah.

What did he eat?

He keeps calling it presidential cuisine.

Don't listen to these panic cans. They want me scared.

Sir, your blood pressure is crashing.

That means it's working.

Your stomach is rejecting the food.

My stomach's a rhino or a liberal. Remove it.

We are not removing your stomach.

Then you're part of it.

Sir, you're going into a deep state of septic

shock.

The deep state? Get him out of me.

Sir, you have severe food poisoning.

Fake diagnosis. Trust the plan.

Did anyone warn you not to eat it?

That's how I knew I had to.

Do you regret it?

Ah. Oh, God.

Still trust the plan.