The Clock sits on the table.

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Alarms shrieks at 08:30, Donkeyo-JT jumps up to begin work.

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He looks down and sees that he's naked, but laughs it off 'cause the nice men told him that only fools, liars, and treacherous people can't see his new robes.

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Today's work is tilting Impeachment-disabling-him windmills. He has his cokes, he gets dressed, he gets his daily fix of hallejulia praises ffrom Murdoch and is still only half way round the table. He then shuffles over a bit to, and pants at, the teleprompter for at least 5 minutes then shimmys over to the hand sanitiser to clear away the day's grime and gleefully notices that someone heard him and shrewdly put the sanitiser at the 8:31 position.

He pats himself on the back and insists that everyone else does it, too