Scene: Trump’s office, plush and unnecessarily grand. The walls are lined with gold-framed portraits of himself. Sociopath enters, wearing a sharp suit, their smile more unsettling than warm. Trump is sitting at a massive desk, fidgeting with his phone.
Trump: [glancing up from his phone, scowling] “Sociopath! I know you’re here to help, but honestly, I’ve got this under control. Just had a great rally, the best rally. I was HUGE. Nobody does rallies like me. Believe me.”
Sociopath: [smiling slyly, sitting down without waiting for permission] “Of course, Mr. Trump, you’re the best. But that’s not why I’m here. I’ve been thinking about your image... and how we can push it even further. We need something... bigger. Something people can’t forget. A real power move.”
Trump: [straightening, visibly intrigued] “Bigger? I love bigger. They told me the best things come in big packages, and frankly, I think that’s true.” [pauses, leaning forward] “You’ve got an idea?”
Sociopath: [eyes glinting with amusement, voice smooth] “Well, you’ve already got the look, the presence. But what if we take that and amplify it? What if you announced a new reality show—something to put your absolute greatness in a different light? How about... ‘The Orangutan King’? A contest where people compete to prove who’s the most powerful, who can dominate the world... just like you do?”
Trump: [snorts, then breaks into a grin] “The Orangutan King, huh? I love it! I’m a king. People have always said that. And the orangutan thing... well, that’s just me, isn’t it? I’m powerful. People love me. I’m huge! They’ll eat it up!”
Sociopath: [leaning in, voice dripping with manipulation] “Exactly. It’s perfect. You’re not just a king, you’re the alpha, the one who pulls the strings. People need to follow you. We’ll frame it like you’re an authoritarian, larger-than-life figure, and everyone else is just scrambling to keep up.” [pause, smiling to themselves] “And when they fail, when they’re left behind... you’ll be the one laughing.”
Trump: [grinning like a Cheshire cat, rubbing his hands together] “Oh, I love it. They’re all losers, anyway. But they love me! They can’t get enough of me! This show is going to be HUGE. We’ll even have them fight for my attention. Who needs ‘survivor’ when we can have The Orangutan King? What a hit. I’m telling you, Sociopath, this is going to be the best thing. No one does TV like me.”
Sociopath: [nodding approvingly, voice cold and calculating] “Absolutely. And, Mr. Trump, you know what’s great about this? You don’t have to actually do anything. You just have to stand there, look important, and let them battle it out. The real power is in appearing powerful. You’ve already got the name, the image. The rest will fall into place.”
Trump: [leaning back in his chair, fingers steepled in front of his face] “I’ve always said that. It’s all about the image. I don’t even have to do anything, and they’ll still love me. I’m so great, they’ll want to do everything for me. The Orangutan King is going to be the best thing ever. The media won’t be able to handle it. They’ll be begging for more. Sociopath, you’ve outdone yourself.”
Sociopath: [smiling, leaning back and crossing their arms] “It’s my pleasure. I know how to make things work. Just leave the details to me. You’ll be at the centre of the spectacle, the undisputed leader. You’ll have everything you’ve ever wanted... and more.”
Trump: [nodding, completely self-satisfied] “I know! I’m going to be even bigger than before. They’ll be throwing roses at my feet. I’m going to make America... great... again.” [pauses, then looks at Sociopath] “I mean, it’s already great. But now it’s going to be even greater. I might even throw a parade. No, scratch that. A parade just isn’t enough for me. We need something bigger. We need a spectacle. Something like... the inauguration, but better. More me.”
Sociopath: [smiling faintly, their voice cool and calm] “Of course, Mr. Trump. Something like a coronation, but with the whole world watching. You could demand attention. You deserve to have the spotlight. All eyes will be on you, just as they should.”
Trump: [grinning ear to ear, rubbing his hands together] “That’s right. The spotlight is mine. Always has been. Always will be. Sociopath, you’ve made me an even bigger deal than I already am. You’re a genius. This is going to be the greatest thing ever. Nobody does it better than me.”
Sociopath: [grinning back, their voice tinged with dark amusement] “Indeed. The greatest thing ever. And remember... you didn’t need to lift a finger. Just stay in character, Mr. Trump. The world will come to you.”
Trump: [with a dramatic flourish] “Absolutely! The Orangutan King. What a great name. I love it. Who wouldn’t want to watch that? It’s going to be huge.”
