The motley crew said little during the drive to Camp David. Thett planned to let Mueller do most of the talking to convince President West that the Russian infiltration of his administration was a very serious problem, so he tried to mostly enjoy the ride and reflect on his life's journey. While Thett mused, Mueller desperately attempted to get the green dye out of his hair so that he would look more professional and less "punk rock", but it was to no avail. Thett let out a great pirate laugh at the sight, something he had been doing less and less lately.
All too soon, the motorcade pulled into Camp David and Thett went along with YYW, Tyrone, Rational, and Mueller as they were escorted into the retreats lobby, where secret service agents were watching them like hawks. After a few minutes, a bookshelf on the wall suddenly moved forward--it was not a bookshelf at all, but rather a secret door leading to the chambers within. From this bookcase passage emerged a man even bigger and blacker than Tyrone--he radiated an ancient, metaphysical power, and at his presence the secret service agents immediately snapped into attention. Although he was wearing no uniform, Thett instinctively knew that this man was the captain of the Secret Service. The captain said nothing as he passed the agents, and slowly walked passed Tyrone, Rational, and Mueller before stopping. He pointed his finger at Thett and then motioned for him to step forward.
"Who, me?" Thett blurted out.
The man gave no response save for a withering look that said more than any words ever could. A rough translation of the look would be something along the lines of "Yes you, you idiot. Why else would I have pointed at you? Quit wasting my extremely valuable time."
Thett stood.
"Thett, if you meet President West make sure to emphasize--" Muellers last minute instructions came to a sputtering halt as the captain held up a hand.
Taking a deep breath, Thett followed the man through the secret bookcase.
-----------
Through Camp David the pair went, before stopping before a great oak door at least twenty feet high. Despite his massive height, the captain could barely reach the door knocker, which was a fine brass craving of Kim Kardashian. The door creaked slowly open on its own accord and, as soon as it was open enough for him to step through, Thett was gently nudged through the door, which slammed behind him. The room he found himself in was quite tastefully decorated. Almost every inch was covered in something extremely cool. In one corner, Thett spotted a series of medieval tapestries. Another was dedicated to early 20th century boxing memorabilia. A nearby nightstand had the entire collected works of Collin Leslie Dean stacked on it. The place reminded Thett a lot of his castle. Turning around, he saw a large poster above the giant door:
"It is necessary to write a play, the novel, the poetry and the song ... about the theory of Numbers have an end.-Mohamed Ababou-"
The center of the room was covered by a purple shawl, that seemed to lead into another, smaller room. That was when Thett noticed someone else in the room.
"No...it can't be..."
And yet it was. Standing there, deep in conversation, was...16kadams!
16kadams was the former mysterious advisor of President Trump, and widely considered one of the greatest propagandists of all time. It was said that he had read every single social and political study ever released, and still rejected big brained centrism. What business could he possibly have with President Kanye West?
Thett just stood there watching from the other side of the room for a full five minutes. Finally, 16kadams bowed and exited the room, giving Thett a knowing smirk as he passed by.
"COME CLOSER" said a booming voice. Thett approached the purple shawl and went inside. That was when he saw....him.
