Trump meets Socrates

 I asked Google search bar:

Write a funny script about Donald Trump meeting Socrates.

Here's the reply:

Donald Trump and Socrates sit opposite each other in a dimly lit, dusty Athenian courtyard, surrounded by Greek ruins. Trump sits in a sleek, gold-plated armchair; Socrates sits cross-legged on a worn stone block, holding an empty hemlock cup as a prop.

SOCRATES: Welcome, stranger. They call me the wisest man in Athens, solely because I alone know that I know nothing. Tell me, what is the nature of your virtue? What do you know?

TRUMP: Socrates—great name, very strong, people tell me it’s the best. Look, I know a lot of things. Tremendous things. Nobody knows more than me about a lot of subjects, okay? The fake news—they don't want to report it, but I know it. Big brain. The biggest.

SOCRATES: Ah. So you possess a vast wealth of definitions. Then tell me, as you are a leader of multitudes: what is the true definition of justice? Is it giving to each what they are owed? Or is it the advantage of the stronger?

TRUMP: Justice? Justice is very unfair to me, I have to be honest. Very sad. But let’s talk about beauty. I build the most beautiful walls. Big, beautiful, perfect walls. People come up to me all the time, tears in their eyes, and they say, "Sir, your walls are absolutely gorgeous." It's true.

SOCRATES: Fascinating. And if one were to compare a wall built by a mason with a wall constructed from mere words, which would better withstand the tides of time? Is a beautiful wall good if the soul behind it is ignorant of truth?

TRUMP: You’re talking about words, I’m talking about results. I get things done. You, you just sit around in a bedsheet asking questions. "What is this? What is that?" People say to me, "Donald, why are you talking to this guy in the toga?" I tell them, "We’re looking into it. We have the best people looking into it."

SOCRATES: I merely ask to uncover the truth, for a life unexamined is not worth living. Ignorance is the root of all evil.

TRUMP: Wrong. The root of all evil is losing. And frankly, nobody likes a loser. You lost your debate with the hemlock, okay? I never lose.

SOCRATES: (Sighs deeply, staring into his empty cup). I suppose you are right. Perhaps ignorance is not merely a lack of knowledge, but a fortress people build around themselves.

TRUMP: Fortress! I love that word. I was going to build a fortress at the border, you know? It would be huge.

SOCRATES: (Audibly weeping). Truly, this explains so much about the human condition.

TRUMP: Don't cry, it’s okay. We can put your face on a coin, a very beautiful gold coin. But look, I have a tee-off at Mar-a-Lago in twenty minutes, so we're done here. You're fired.

SOCRATES: (Drops the empty cup and rubs his temples). And so ends the search for truth.