‘What the hell am I going to do with all this?’ Larry moaned.
They looked at the warehouse full of box after box after box of useless merchandise.
‘Put it in storage?’ Bob suggested.
The wind picked up and a scattering of bright read t-shirts blew from an open box and took off across the open car park. One of them smacked Larry in the face, the M.A.G.A. logo emblazoned across it.
Bob had a point. He would be back in 4 years, or if not him, maybe his son or daughter? They would use the same slogan again, they had the same name.
‘Okay, we made plenty on the ‘Build Back Better’ stuff anyway,’ Larry shrugged.
He didn’t much care who had won the election, either way he’d manage to turn a profit.