With Commander-in-Chief cuckoo bananas soiling American dignity, military funding has never been so precarious. If his ego and micro-penis aren’t stroked daily, he’ll bear his greatest weapon against you – Twitter. After their latest world saving mission, the Navy SEALs see their funding cut when they forget to publicly thank Dear Leader for guiding them to victory. Rather than prostrate to the orange bully, the Navy decides to pursue alternative funding measures and opens Club Séäl. Designer drugs. Prostitution. Unsanctioned video game tournaments. Club Séäl offers it all. For a price. Soon there are Club Séäls in every port around the world, every location part recruitment center, part 24-hour rave, but each 100% US Navy. Flush with cash, the Navy breaks free from the armed forces and seeks to privatize America’s naval presence without government interference. In an ironic twist, President Clown determines that by opening Club Séäls on international soul, the Navy is guilty of breaking the emoluments clause which forbids armed services members from enrichment “of any kind from any king, prince, or foreign state without the consent of Congress.” Will cooler heads prevail? Will someone finally standup to the orange bully? What’s the over/under on the number of semen jokes? Find out in this buddy comedy/courtroom drama.