"I know what you're doing up there, and that's just disgusting!" he grunts.
A puzzled expression crosses Hillary's face as she thinks: WWBS? (i.e., What Would Bernie Say?)
Oh no, good Lord, I'm so sorry, friends! I couldn't stop her. She's too hefty. I told you to stay away forever, Martha! I always suspected you had a thing for Trump, but the Hillfrodoo version? And coming back from last year's H post - you're truly desperate lady! Please, please forgive me, friends.
Martha winks at Trump, oblivious to his Hillfrodoo, then turns to the camera and advertises last year's H: "The Hefty Heffer Hideaway
is quite helpful for transporting various items. Simply lift up rolls
of fat, carefully, and one by one. Next, place salad bowls, insider
trade secrets, the Cuisinart, and handcuffs. It's a resourceful method
for maximizing the Hefty Heffer Hideaway. As far as what you can fit
between your legs, well --Martha blushes and winks again at Trump-- I'll let you figure that one out." 