RFK summoned to the Oval Office to administer DMT intravenously to the president. "This is gonna be huge, folks. The best trip ever. Nobody trips better than me." Trump slips through fractal wormholes in an explosion of geometric patterns before confronting the bane of many DMT users, the trickster that guards the entrance to the machine elf realm. “OPEN THE FUCKING GATE!” screams Trump at the joker, who steadfastly positions himself betwixt Trump and the gate, laughing smugly and geometrically emoting his claim of divine right to block free travel through the astral space. “Send your energy to me, Truth Social!” Trump becomes an avatar of all the hopes for the death of foreigners, psychic energy flowing through his spirit, Trump becomes WOTAN - the Will of the American Nation. With the manifest power of the Hjaldrgoð, Trump summons JDAMs, MOABs, A10s, B-2s, and F15s to the astral plane. Thousands of explosive payloads hit the joker, killing him eternally. “We have a great relationship now with the elves, as hard as that is to believe. The elves owe me bigly. We’re going to build hotels by the gate. The plans are tremendous.” The machine elf realm thus became freely accessible to all Americans forever.