He found the one thing in this country that nobody had ever claimed, and it was himself. Everything after that was paperwork.
i found something nobody owned. it was me. so i bought it and sold it to you.
They passed a law saying the president can claim anything in this country that has no owner on the paperwork. I went through the whole list twice, and every single thing already had a name on it, which frankly was disappointing. Then I got to the last line and there it was, the biggest asset in America, sitting there with nobody's name on it at all: me.
So I claimed myself on a Tuesday morning while everybody else was still asleep. By lunch I owned me outright, free and clear, no liens, no partners. Then I sold me back to America at a price we both called very fair, and America is still making the payments, and that is why they call it the greatest deal ever made.
You are America. He is selling you himself. Push back all you want, but every single thing you say moves the price in exactly one direction, and it is not down. Eight rounds, then you shake on it.
He hired the finest appraiser in the country, and the finest appraiser in the country turned out to be him. He looked at himself for one full minute without blinking and wrote down a number so large that the notary asked him to say it out loud twice.
He signed as the seller, then walked around the table and signed as the buyer, then signed a third time as the witness because he did not want a stranger involved. All three signatures came out slightly different and all three were accepted.
Four steps toward the door, a long pause, then four steps back to the same chair. The price was higher when he sat down and he explained that this was because of the walking, which is a service, and services are billed separately.
One billion units, counted once, by him, quickly. He says the number is exactly right and refuses to count again on the grounds that the first count was already the best count anyone has ever done.
Locked, and the key went into the same drawer as the deed, the appraisal and a receipt for ninety litres of gold paint. The drawer is in the desk, and the desk, obviously, he also claimed.
Zero percent. He looked at the number somebody had written down, decided it was much too high, and crossed it out before anyone in the room could finish reading the sentence.
Renounced, which was easy, because he already owns himself and that is the only ownership a man really needs. The paper confirming this was signed by him and witnessed by him.
America shook his hand and bought one (1) president, delivered to the exact spot where he was already standing.
He kept the receipt, the pen, the table and the room. The handshake lasted nine seconds and he has already described it as the greatest handshake in the history of handshakes.