tells her, “can you make me look like Obama?” “Sure”, she says. A couple of hours later Trump is the spitting image of Obama. He goes back to the store. “Sell me that TV”, he demands in a deep, commanding voice. “Mr Trump, 1 am telling you for the last time, I will NOT sell you ANYTHING.” Trump starts jumping up and down in frustration, making a scene. “How do you know!?” he cries loudly. “Because that is not a TV, that is a micro wave oven.”

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