[@Cynder]
Trump tried so hard. Trump got so far. But in the end, it didn't even matter. The godly thunder of Benjamin Franklin pierced Trump's defensive bulwark as easily as smallpox eradicated the Native American population, shattering the ground of the hospital behind it. However instead of unleashing another one of his Hidden Presidential Techniques, Jefferson stomped over to Trump and slapped him in the face like a pimp to a particularly unfaithful side ho.

"YOU FOOL!" Jefferson screamed with the rage of the British following the Boston Tea Party and grabbed Trump by the collar. "HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHAT MAKES AMERICA GREAT!?!?!?!?!?!?" He looked to the particularly stick-like, bespectacled citizen that had appeared suddenly and referred to him as a racial slur of some sort - a 'gang-sta'. But he was white, so it was okay. Jefferson pointed at McLovin, staring intently into the eyes of that fool Trump. "THIS IS WHAT WE FIGHT FOR. THE AMERICAN PEOPLE."

Then Jefferson spread his arms wide, flexing all of his muscles and looking for all intents and purposes like the Christ crucified - simply more evidence to the truth that God had shed his grace upon America and upon him. His chiseled form, dreamy eyes, and the aura of America that surrounded it were almost blinding, completely rendering the hospital lights useless as a light source. Then, with the voice of all the Presidents, from now and to the future, he intoned:

"AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL - PARADOX OF IMPERIALISM, [b]MANIFEST DESTINY[/b]!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Then there was a sacred flash as a wave of energy erupted from his body, consuming all in its wake. When the light faded, they were no longer in the hospital. Instead all around them were amber waves of grain and purple mountain majesties, alabaster cities gleamed in the horizon as a gargantuan American flag encompassed the sky. All of it stretched from sea to shining sea in this isolated world sphere. "DO YOU NOT SEE DONALD!?" Jefferson asked, gesturing around him as sweat made his deltoids shine like a mirror. "[i]THIS[/i] IS MANIFEST DESTINY." He crouched in front of the candidate stared deeply into his eyes. 

"The power of America comes not from industrial wall-building capability, but rather, the virtue, the mission, the destiny manifest of territorital expansion." He thrust his hand skyward. A beautiful eagle perched upon his hand. "To build a wall is to fear. To expand is to conquer, to liberate, to free those who would believe the lie that America is not the greatest goddamn countryin the world. [i]This[/i] is the American man's burden." He touched Donald's heart with his fist. "Do you understand now, foolish candidate? To get kid is not simply to get kid. To get kid is the ultimate fate of America."

Jefferson soared into the sky, as majestic and boundless as the 13 eagles that had assembled around him in unison. There was another flash, and they were back in the hospital.