Donald J. Trump, Caretaker. This isn’t really his job. He’s just living in that mansion for a while until the real president returns. But while we wait for that day, The Caretaker grows steadily madder. We watch with horror as he falls prey to the same evil forces he invented and pulls the rest of his world into his twisted unreality.
Delbert Grady: Mr. Mueller has a very great talent. I don’t think you are aware how great it is. That he is attempting to use that very talent against your will.
Donald J. Trump: He is a very willful boy.
Delbert Grady: Indeed he is, Mr. Trump. A very willful boy. A rather naughty boy, if I may be so bold, sir.
Donald J. Trump: But my attorney-general. He, uh, interferes.
Delbert Grady: Perhaps they need a good talking to, if you don’t mind my saying so. When my wife tried to prevent me from doing my duty, I “corrected” her.
Donald J. Trump, Caretaker. He’s always been the Caretaker, wielding his axe, obsessed with keeping his mad promises to “correct” things that need to be “corrected.”
Stephen King, please write a happy ending to this ongoing horror novel.