Imagine being Teun Koopmeinrs and having to be all like "damn, Mr. Trump, your foreign policy is fuckin' fine, all clever with your tact and strong negotiating skills. I would totally stand by you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is fuck another 16 year old in his J-Medical. Like seriously imagine having to be Teun and not only standing in the Oval Office while Donald Trump flaunts his disgusting policies in front of you, the favorable press only exaggerating his lack of a functioning brain, and just stand there, question after question, hour after hour, while he perfects the call for WWIII. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking visage but his haughty attitude as everyone on set tells him he's GOT IT and DAMN, DONALD GOVERNS LIKE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch his mannish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of Gio Scotti clones your ENTIRE LIFE coming straight out of the AZ academy. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the general anesthesia that's breaking out on his hollowed cheeks as he sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to stand there and revel in his "statesmanlike (for that is what he calls himself)" aura, the stupidity he worked so hard for with Republican aides in the previous months. And then the photographer calls for another take, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before the Secret Service could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Teun Koopmeiners. You're not going to lose your future calcio career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.