chapter 2

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by spidergay69

by spidergay69

Papst:
He will be here in 12h. He closed his eyes on his bed and went to sleep.

Trump:
He sat inside his private jet, just 3 more hours and then he will be in the Vatican. He starts to get nervous. His old crusty hands starting to shake.
What will he do, when he sees him? His breath starts getting faster, when he starts to things about the things he would like to do with him.

Papst:
,,I'm coming" screamed the papst. Papst Franzicus Butler came in to the room and said: ,, God daddy Mr. Trump is already waiting in the entrance hall"

Trump:
I'm at his house, OMG <3
There is the Papst, he is walking down the stairs.

Papst:
The papst put on his best clothes. He was walking down the stairs to the entrance hall. ,,There... there he is, the love of my.... *hust hust* i mean the president of America." Trump's orange skin glowed in the light and his hair looked oily as pickled cucumbers.