“My doctors say - with tears in their eyes - you are the most strong and powerful president ever. No strokes. No strokes. Not even - sometimes - mini-strokes that sounds maybe good maybe like a kind of candy.” He goes sing-song "“Mini-strokes mini-strokes mini-strokes - the kind of candy that you like.” He returns to normal. “But bad. Like big strokes but mini. Can’t happen so never happen. Ever. No slurred words.” The last three words are slurred.