These two beautiful and big, very big, men, they were firemen, and they came and they lifted me out of the wreckage, that I showed up to shortly after 9/11, with their bigly bronzed arms. Just hoisting me like a blushing baby, I couldn't help but touch their pecs, you know who has great pecs? I do, or I did, used to. But the evil left they came and they took all that away they said "Mr Trump, sir, your pecs, they gotta go" and then we went, uh, we went.