Donald Trump and Drake are stuck in Underground Metro System Failure and forced to have a deep conversation.

"This is a disaster, a total, complete DISASTER! The worst subway I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of subways, believe me," Trump boomed, adjusting his tie.

Drake sighed, leaning back against the graffiti-covered wall. "Yeah, well, sometimes the universe puts you in places you ain't expectin', you know? Forces you to reflect."

"Reflect? I don't reflect, I act! We need to get this thing moving, like, yesterday. I know people, great people, who can fix this, the best people."

"Chill, bro. Maybe this is a chance to see things from a different angle, a perspective we wouldn't normally get." Drake pulled out his phone, then frowned. "No signal. Great."

"No signal? Fake news! The signal is probably rigged, just like the election. Everyone's against me, even the subway signal!"

"Look, Mr. President, maybe instead of conspiracies, we think about what really matters, like connection. Real connection."

Trump scoffed. "Connection? I have the best connections! The biggest connections! World-class connections!"

"Nah, I'm talkin' 'bout something deeper than deals and power, somethin' that resonates in the soul." Drake stared into the tunnel's darkness.

"Resonates? You're talking about winning, Drake! Winning bigly! That's what resonates with the people."

Drake chuckled softly. "Winning ain't everything, man. Sometimes, it's about surviving the ride, together."