Scene: Hillary Clinton, alone in her bedroom trying to sleep. She is startled when a sinister voice calls out to her from the closet.
Pantsuit: We wants it, we needs it. Must have the presidency. They stole it from us. Sneaky little community organizers. Wicked, tricksy, false!
Hillary: No. Not Barry!
Pantsuit: Yes, precious, false! They will cheat you, hurt you, LIE.
Hillary: Barry is our friend!
Pantsuit: You don’t have any friends; nobody likes you!
Hillary: Bill likes me … no wait …
Pantsuit: You’re a liar and a thief.
Hillary: No! I didn’t kill those men in Benghazi! They didn’t need extra security! It wasn’t a terrorist attack! It was the video! It was the video all along! … I hate you, I hate you.
Pantsuit: Where would you be without me? I saved us! It was me! We survived because of me!
Hillary: Not anymore.
Pantsuit: What did you say?
Hillary: Barry looks after us now. We don’t need you anymore.
Hillary: Leave now, and never come back!
Hillary: Leave now, and never come back! … We told it to go away… and away it goes, precious! … Gone, gone, gone! Hillary is free!
Of course, we all know the end of the story. Once enchanted by the pantsuit of power, one can never really be free of it.