I can see it now. Grey pigtail braids cascade down the slumping, geriatric shoulders of Steven Bannon’s porcine form, skirts swishing, while he attempts to seduce the aging pedophiles on the island. Time and time again he fails. The men look at him with disgust. “Oh no. They all think I’m ugly. Daddy Epstein will never make me a model now”, he thinks to himself, tears welling up in his dead, rheumy eyes.