The undisputed highlight of the Republican 3rd Circle of Dystopia, was a speech and demo by Mike and Mother Pence. As they walked out on stage, holding hands they maintained a saintly distance, to prevent Mike becoming visibly aroused.
The VP was expected to attend to the usual sycophant ass kissing and king worship demanded by his boss, but he deviated in his speech, by having a butter churn brought onstage by a line of identically dressed handmaids.
“Mother and I often do our butter churning late at night, he explained, demonstrating his technique. “It’s easy to turn ungodly thoughts aside, while twisting and pounding the churn handle, harder and harder, working up a good Christian night-sweat.”
Mother Pence joined in primly sniffing: “if that fails, we just imagine our president grunting and rutting in the bed of a paid whore, while having his ass smacked with a Forbes Magazine.”
“Works every time,” huffed a pasty and out of breath Pence, earning an eyeful of daggers from Mother, who had glimpsed him looking at the chaste hand maidens.