[b][i]Trump sat in a small wooden chair in the Dojo courtyard, reading from a scroll labeled, "Executive Order." He nodded as he read, his lips pursing. His eyes lit up with delight when he finished and he signed his signature. A bald eagle flew from the sky, took the signed Order, and flew off to who knows where. Trump saluted the eagle, and then sat back down, cleaning his Vector SMG. Life was good.[/i][/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]