“Sir, because of the trauma of being separated from their parents, three Brazilian children fell deeply sick last night.” Trump looks absolutely devastated. He sinks back in his chair, murmuring “oh my god” to himself over and over. Then he composes himself and says: “Okay. Just remind me, how many are there in a brazillion?”
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