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Oh, that lying damn SCOUNDREL. I should've known he would rat me out. I sit with the police as the vehicle bumps and turns. An officer looks at me, they seem rather disgusted, I'm unsure why, though. I look at Orlin, who's crying and fuming.
"If you just let me shoot him, Nick, we wouldn't have gone through any of this."
I roll my eyes, who does he think he is to just shift all the blame on me?
"Oh, so this is my fault now? You would've gotten arrested regardless of whether I was there or not. You tried to assassinate MY president."
Orlin's face is slowly turning red as he looks at me with his fists clenched.
"Your president? Excuse me? He just ratted you out, so much for your president. For the record, no I would not have gotten arrested. I can sneak things past anyone, you don't know me."
I've had just about enough now. The officer is looking at both of us in shock. I grab some tape I found in my pocket, which is rather difficult with handcuffs, and I put it over Orlin's mustache. I ripped his mustache hairs off. He lets out a blood curdling screech. I put the tape over his mouth enough times until I feel it's adequate.
"Enough. You know you would've gotten arrested. Plus, he's technically any citizen residing in the USA's president, so your whole point is generally hypocritical.
He scoffs, to which I turn my head out towards the window.
We've arrived. This is jail.
They kick both of us through the door and into a cell. I see another police vehicle, and a glimpse of light red through it. Is that Donald? Oh bless the lords above, they caught him!
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Roman d'amourAfter Nikocado Avocado mysteriously disappears, his new lover ends up trying to kill Donald. An adventurous piece of writing, critically acclaimed for "Most emotional" by my cousin's dog.
