With Stephen Miller calling for mass deportations and huge Nazi-like detention camps, I figured it was probably time I sat down with him and had a chat - with my back to the wall, of course.
He said he’d be happy to have a chance to discuss the issue and invited me over to his house. He instructed me to come over at the stroke of midnight and knock three times.
After a lengthy search I finally found his place, sitting at the end of a dead-end street, a street full of abandoned homes with ‘for sale - cheap’ and ‘make us an offer’ signs lining the street.
I arrived at precisely midnight as instructed - my fur on end. Eery red light shimmered and shone from all the windows in the Miller house.
He answered the door dressed in a hooded blood red robe and invited me in and offered me a robe before inviting me downstairs into the basement.
I declined, saying that I didn’t think the robe would accommodate my four legs.
I peeked into the living room as we made our way to the stairs leading to the basement - which truthfully looked like nothing more than a cellar in which punishment was dealt out.
The living room was a replica of the Oval Office - complete with a life-like TFG sitting behind the desk with a bucket of KFC and several cans of Diet Coke scattered about. On the walls hung portraits of TFG, Adolf Hitler and Vladimir Putin.
And that was it for me.
There was no fucking way I was going into a basement with this sadistic ghoul.
I did get a glimpse of his wife at the bottom of the stairs wearing ‘Handmaids Tale’ garb.
I turned and fled to the safety of the midnight darkness in a bad area of town.
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That's sad when walking around in the ghetto is safer than inside Stephen Miller's home. You'd be safer and Jeepers Creepers and The Hills Have Eyes.
I’m glad you got the hell out of there Tom! That was a close one. He is one scary evil dude.