for months the orange asshole kept throwing his base bits of red meat

teasing them about a big juicy steak.

and all along the orange asshole kept promising that one day the moron base will get a big fat steak.

Then they are told that that steak is sitting on Bondi's desk cooking up.

the moron base salivates at the prospect at finally owning the libs while they eat that big fat steak.

then, suddenly, the steak is gone.

"WTF????" the moron base yells, "where's my god damn steak you promised!!!!"

now, they get nothing, no steak.

and are told that the steak never existed.

in fact her desk where the steak once sat? never existed. the bull that produced said steak? yup, never existed.

we now, the orange asshole has a base of very pissed off morons wanting that fucking steak

now the orange asshole has to figure out how to feed the animal base more than just bits and pieces.