Charles Dickens: Fred left Scrooge’s office leave a wreath on the door and the two portly gentlemen before Scrooge. One of the gentlemen decided to try a different approach.
Ted Dibiase: Ahem, Mr. Scrooge. So, may we speak with Mr. Marley? The name on the office says Scrooge and Marley.
Donald Trump: Marley died seven year ago, sir, now you have stated your business I suggest you leave.
Hamburglar: Well, Mr Scrooge, even a small donation would help the poor and homeless.
Donald Trump: Well, I see sir. I pay taxes, those taxes pay for the poor houses and prisons. The poor and homeless should go there.
Ted Dibiase: But sir! Have you seen the conditions of the prisons and poor houses? Many would rather die than go there!
Donald Trump: Well if they are going to die, they better do it. And decrease the surplus population!
Charles Dickens: The portly gentlemen were speechless.
Donald Trump: Bob Cratchit, show these men out post haste.
Will Riker: Aye Sir, gentlemen if you please
Ted Dibiase: Lets go see if there are more charitable places of business along this street.
Charles Dickens: Bob Cratchit opened the door for the gentlemen and gave them a very apologetic look. He wanted to donate to them, but he couldn’t with his needs at home. The men left and Bob returned to his desk, paused then headed towards Mr Scrooge’s desk. He was dreading what he had to do next. Especially after what had just transpired with these gentlemen.
Albert Einstein: Let me guess, he was going to ask for a donation to help at home?
Will Riker: Sir, it appears to be closing time.
Donald Trump: Indeed, I shall see you tomorrow morning.
Will Riker: But Sir, tomorrow’s Christmas.
Donald Trump: Very well, 8:30 then.
Will Riker: Mr. Scrooge, a half an hour off doesn’t seem hardly customary for Christmas Day.
Donald Trump: Hardly Customary? Well Mr. Cratchit, how much time would you consider to be “customary”?
Will Riker: Well sir, the whole day. Besides, all other business will be closed, and it will waste resources like coal?
Donald Trump: It seems a poor excuse for picking a man’s pocket every December the 25th but seeing as I’m the only one who sees that, you may have the day. I expect you here all the earlier the following day.
Will Riker: Aye sir, and thank you sir. Thank you so much! This means a lot to my family.
Donald Trump: Bah, HUMBUG!
Charles Dickens: They closed up the shop and each man headed home.
Albert Einstein: Wow, so he got the day off. That was quite generous of him! So, I guess that it huh?
Charles Dickens: Not quite!