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A cinematic satirical comedy scene inside a garishly remodeled Oval Office in a trashy far-future America. Behind a massive desk cluttered with energy drink cans, a burly president in a wrestling t-shirt and bullet necklace gestures angrily mid-speech, while his cabinet of advisors in camo jackets, UFC-style shirts and oversized sunglasses stand around the desk shouting over each other. In the corner of the office, a glowing arcade-style soda fountain dispenser with four neon nozzles gushes bright green sports drink into a gold goblet. A dusty orange dust storm rages outside the windows, trash piled against the fence of the Rose Garden. Cheap gold drapes, an eagle flagpole, a giant flat screen looping a boxing match. Warm tungsten overhead light mixed with neon green glow from the fountain, camera at desk height with a 35 mm framing of the whole argument, deep focus, washed-out saturated color grade.