A few weeks from now it's a typical morning for Kamala. She wakes up hung over and she's woozy. too much wine and xanax as usual. She wants to sleep in but she decides to check her phone. There are five calls from the White House Council's office. She forces herself to sit up, fully wake up, and call him back. He tells her that the RIAA contacted him that last week somebody in her office downloaded a torrent of Air Force One Down. She says "I am indignant and I will get to the bottom of this!" Kamala doesn't realize that her odd, mouthful of a phrase is a big tell and everybody in Biden World knows she's lying when she says it.

She feels awful but she's cheered up by the fact that she gets to frame somebody so she doesn't get blamed because she forgot - again - to use a vpn like her hubby has shown her a dozen times. Lecture. Lecture. Lecture. Fuck him and all that tech bullshit anyway. She decides to ruin Dakota's reputation and put the blame on her. She's a flirt and a slut and one day she saw her leaving the White House to meet her boyfriend, And he looked like Antifa so she deserves it. Actually that's not true at all. Anyway - he's a very attractive guy with just a modern haircut - kind of like a girl shaved on the side. It's outré for a guy and he likes to wear black. In fact she's been thinking of Mr. Double Dimples since that day because he's fucking adorable. Unfortunately for Dakota - he didn't smile at the Vice President when she drove by. So - really, really, really - fuck her. She's done.

And Kamala decides to make her husband wait an entire month without sex because fuck torrents and fuck the tech crap and fuck all of that. Well, not fuck him but you know...