"Oh you are my Lumpy Trumpy." The duck quacked.
The orange man picked up the feathery clusterfuck of a character by the bumpy feet and yeeted him against the wall of Trumps tiny house he had to move into after getting exiled from the White House like Gordy le Ramson exiles his chefs when they cook something RAW.
"The quack did u do that for hoe" Donald started doing the worm across the floor "don't judge me i don't wanna be a duck anymore."
He started scooting his feathery ass out the door and slithered down the gravel driveway leaving Tramp in his tightey whiteys.
"yu gud fam?" Human Donald said, staring at Worm Donald.
"ye im gud fam"
