((OOC: Thank you
for having me, folks! I am enjoying myself so much and besides you can always get rid of the goblin if he becomes a nuisance!
If Trump was hurt at the sexy half-elf’s admission, he didn’t show it. He sighed and within that moment of upset he exercised the age old adage of his ancestors where during grief the hair springs up to bouncing dance moves of its own, and if one were to pay close attention to the top of his scalp, they would spot it bouncing to ‘Come-on-Barbie-let’s-go-party-uh!-uh!-aww-yeah!’ And just like that as soon as he was upset, he was better again. But it was not out of greed, Trump-goblin had a duty to all these fine people (except for the dwarves and the elves and the orcs or any decent being which wasn’t a human being).
“Look Javi, can I call you Javi?” He looked at Xavier, the mighty handsome dwarf and his axe. “In my town your people have a saying, just because your teacher ask you to turn in your essay doesn’t mean you’re turning in your ese. It’s not a jail, it’s a race. I am here to help you. I am here to find you more items. Every time I come along with you guys I find more stuff. Do you like shinies? I like shinies too. My backyard is full of shinies, vote for me Xavier and we can make this dungeon great again. Look at all these nice people wanting me. Here, I’ll make you a deal. Do you people want to see how deals are made?” Was that applause everybody heard at the back? And if it was, who was responsible? Suddenly the need to be protected from foreign applause had to be recognized but Trump-goblin continued. The top edge of his mane moved akin to an antennae as if tuning into everybody’s attention. “Here, I am VOTING to EXPLORE THE DUNGEON!
I agree with your deal, you agree with mine. What do you say? Come on, give me the ring. I need that ring. Give me the ring.”
Was McHealerson’s endorsement a result of Trump’s encouragement? The goblin did not know. He once wandered to the far reaches of Alaska to garner a she-witch’s vote of
confidence, and this one came with no frills attached too. Trump-goblin ran and did a power-slide, emerging from right between McHealerson’s legs on the other side and began to jump up & down once more. “See? The doc wants me here. I am in good health. I am in perfect health. Doc says I deserve the ring, give me the ring guys, what are we waiting for?”
The tiefling Versaille didn’t like him, that much was certain. But it wasn’t her distaste that baffled him but rather… her being. What… was she? Trump-goblin wondered. “Were you vaccinated? Is this why you are… like this? Were you vaccinated, sweetheart? This is why we need answers. We need research. Vaccination lead to things like this who then wants to corrupt the rest of the world. I am filthy rich so I know a thing or two about vaccinations. Plus doc McHealerson agrees with me on the ring. Come on, sweetheart don’t be like that. I can reverse you back to normal.” He turns his attention back to the dwarf, “I can make all of you normal, come on what we waiting for? Give me the ring and let’s explore more!”