Pretty sure Trump is fine. Saw him last night eating the cheese off a pizza box lid on my back porch. He heard me, reared up on his hind legs, stared for a second, and then just kept eating the cheese. I was pretty hammered at that point (possibly also high) so I just went to bed.
ME: Beast mode.
INTERVIEWER: I’m sorry. Beast mode isn’t a skill we are looking for or, well, a skill at all.
ME (furry back bursting from my suit, buttons flying) Thank you for your consideration (walk off with my tail between my legs)