your cousin's postcard from Wuhan telling you to come
you go, sh*t jobs, crammed room. bird flu, a slum.
Now like bluesed apples we hear the factory ego roar
ka-ching, Ling Ling, rotten commie cappies to the core
Melania
I just sent you a link to the film we made.
Peng
There it is, I got the link. (She opens it.) Hmm, I don't know, Mel. I don't watch horror film. Let me send you link now.
Melania
Yep. Hm. Spear Fishing with Aunt Arctica. Nothing happened when I clicked on the link.
Peng
(asidely) That what you think. Now I spy James Bond. How you like them apple?
Melania
Did you say something, Peng?
Peng
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