You're listening to 106.4 FM, "The Krill",

You're listening to 106.4 FM, "The Krill", the only radio station playing exclusively beluga whale mating calls put to a metronome. Next up, we have that hot single, "My Blowhole

Blues" by Jonah's Brothers. I'm your host, Captain Caviar, and HEY,stay tuned in. We've got a non-stop block of beluga love songs just for you! But first, a word from our sponsor."

Captain Caviar turned off the mic. The silence in the radio booth was like a foul smoke filling his lungs. The ex-KGB said, "Very uplifting, but let me show you something else."

The-KGB opened a TOP SECRET dossier & pulled out a photo of D Trump naked except for a clown nose and a strange tattoo. Captain Caviar put on a jingle & got out a magnifying glass

to take a closer look at the strange tattoo on D Trumps left buttcheek. The KGB explained to Capt. Caviar that he was to get close to D Trump, whistle the jingle to arm the tattoo,

and the tattoo would burn its way through, eradicating his prostate. So Capt. Caviar hit on D Trumps' lover/daughter, whatever her fucking name was. He whistled. Trump screamed as

his lover/daughter (I think her name was Avuncula?) was unsurprisingly charmed by Capt. Caviar and leapt right into a Quality Inn with him at an hourly rate. The offspring of this

Fruitful union eventually grew up and rechristened himself Lord SuperMogg. He had killed his birth parents and fed them to a royal abomination lurking in the Queens attic.

Queen (God Save Her). Yes, Lord SM, frustrated by its knavish tricks, confounded by its politics, but on “It” all the Kingdom’s hopes were fixed, whispered, “God save the Queen!”