TRUMP: hey volcana, I've just bought the EU, Scotland and planning to buy Greenland soon. But I also want you as my private spa. What is your cost? How much?
ETNA: "Howmuch-a" this bunch of lapilli, man! You won't buy me!
TRUMP: Everyone is for sale. How much do you want? 10 millions? 5 billions? 200 billions?
ETNA: ok, if you must ... you can have me if you give me that expired herbicide you splat on your face so to make it orange!
TRUMP: what?? no, no, I really need that color... I won't give it away, not even for saving my life. How would I look so tanned, then???
ETNA: DON'T WORRY, I'LL MANAGE TO TAN YOU PROPERLY!
TRUMP (RUNNING AWAY): - Hey Giorgia, daddy here... listen... I'm not interested in the spa anymore. I'll think about pilates, maybe, or bingo.... yeah, let's see... I better go...
ETNA: DON'T LET ANYONE BUY YOU. NEVER.
