Albert Einstein and Donald Trump are stuck in Stranded in a Lunar Base and forced to have a deep conversation.

"This whole situation, frankly, is a disaster, a total failure of leadership," Trump boomed, gesturing at the lunar module.

Einstein sighed, pushing his wild hair back, "Leadership, Mr. President, is relative; the universe cares little for our terrestrial hierarchies."

"Relative? No, no, no, I built the greatest economy ever, believe me, everyone said so," Trump retorted, puffing out his chest.

"But can your economy build a bridge across the vastness of space, a bridge of understanding?" Einstein mused, looking at the Earth hanging in the black sky.

"Understanding? We need results! Get things done! Make deals!" Trump insisted, pacing the small base.

"Deals are transient, Mr. President, but the search for truth, for universal laws, that endures," Einstein replied softly.

Trump scoffed, "Truth is what people believe! I'm very good at making people believe."

"Ah, but belief without evidence is a dangerous thing, a black hole swallowing reason itself," Einstein countered, his eyes twinkling.

"Look, I'm a very stable genius, okay? I understand things you eggheads can't even dream of," Trump declared, pointing at Einstein.

"Perhaps, Mr. President, but I dream of a universe where even political divides can be bridged by a shared pursuit of knowledge," Einstein finished, gazing at the stars.