The mad toddler rages on, the party he ravaged cowers and colludes, the lawsuits pile up, his grifter goons urge lackeys to "stay at the ready." To help, they set up a “voter fraud” hotline that's been flooded, though mostly by snickering pranksters calling to order pizza, report poopy ballots, or recount suspicious sightings - an obese turtle on its back, a creamy orange in a spacesuit, a shirtless Vladimir on a horse, a Hamburglar stealing votes and lots of fraud at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.