The plane grift is actually a bit worse. DoD will have to trick out the plane for security. That means stripping it down and rebuilding it more or less to make sure those nice Qataris haven't infested it with bugs, or maybe Vlad the Impaler will help them. And rebuilding will require the latest in comms gear because this is the airborne command center for the president.....well, in this case, alleged president.
Then el Bunko plans to run off with the plane to Florida. That doesn't stop him from describing it now as gift to DoD.
By the way, his take starting from 20 Jan. 2025 is $2.8 Billion. I guess he isn't tired of winning just yet. el Bunko thinks he's going to take it with him. The scene, el Bunko goes titsup and reaches the Pearly Gates:
St. Pete: Who the hell are you?
la Presidenta: But you know me!! I'm the Baby Christian, or whatever the gormless Christian preacher called me. Surely he told you I was coming.
St. Pete: Hang on a minute.
St. Pete pulls out iPhone and dials God.
God: God here, what can I do you for?
St. Pete: Guy here says he's the Baby Christian. Know'im?
God: Errrr....no, can't say as I do. Give Beelzebub a ringy-dingy, maybe he does.
St. Pete dials Beelzebub.
Beelzebub....(I want some hot stuff baby this evening, hot stuff baby tonight...). Beelzebub here, waddya want?
St. Pete: Hey Beelz, how are they hanging?
Beelz: Like two school girls excited about the prom, I've taught them how to skip rope. Wanna see?
St. Pete: I gotta see this, but maybe later. Say, we got a guy calling himself the Baby Christian, know'im?
Beelz: Oh him, I couldn't figure out where we left him. How'd he get up there?
St. Pete: The usual way.
Beelz: Well, keep him. We don't want his sort down here.
St. Pete: You do know you are running Hell, right?
Beelz: No, damnit, we don't want him, he gives the nuns the collywobbles. They think he'll introduce them to Jeffrey Epstein.
St. Pete: He cannot stay here, we gotta send him somewhere.
Beelz: Errrmmmm.....purgatory?
St. Pete: Genius!! Okay Baby, follow Jesus, he'll take you to your final destination.
Jesus: Follow me, and lose the bags.
la Presidenta: But, but, but, I need all this, it is my security blankie.
Jesus: Okay, take them with you. You'll enter Heaven when you pass your test.
la Presienta: Hot damn! Let's go!!
Jesus leads him off, deposits him, and comes back.
St. Pete: What's his test?
Jesus: He has to give all the loot he brought with him to the poor.
St. Pete: Bwahshahahaha.....You are a cruel man, Jesus. Well, I guess we won't be seeing him for awhile.
Jesus: Ya, I've made a reservation for him in the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.* 5 bucks says he's late.
St. Pete: I'm not betting you. You rooked me on Billy Graham. Has he found a way to love his fellow man yet?
Jesus: Not exactly. He's still working on L of LGBTQ.
*Thanks Douglas Adams