The Letters... 𓇢𓆸

Beer and Brisket

Dear Joe Biden,
You smell of beer and brisket.
Let me out of jail you oompah loompa.
- Ronald McDonald Trup
P.s, I banged your sister.
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Biden Studied the note infront of him before ultimately scrunching it up and throwing it in the bin. "KOBE!" He yelled as it bounced off the rim and landed near the side of the bin along with the rest of them.

The letter smelt of weed. And alcohol. Not surprising for Donald. But his sister? It must be propaganda. The only person who could fuck his sister was him. There's no way Donald could've fucked his sister in prison, his sister was the love of his life!

Well, I say that. I'm lying, or more, he's lying. His sister is just a cover up. You see Joe actually had a boyfriend. The real love of his life, Vladdy Daddy. Oh how he loved him. He worshipped that man. He could never say anything though, especially not while the war continued. He'd get absolutely dragged by his citizens. Their president dating a tyrannt! What a laugh.

The talk of beer and brisket did make his mouth water though. The southern flavours bringing back memories of childhood. Back when he actually did love his sister. His inbred tendencies making it hard to ignore his uncle/father's legacy. Joe shook his head, letting out a sigh. He could never let Donald out of prison. Not after everything he's done. "It's where he belonged." Joe muttered.

He switched the LeDs, in his room to 'colour-switch' and plugged in his headphones. The screen lit up, a fortnite lobby flooded the monitor, Obama stood idly.

"I'm here ObamaLLama." Biden chimed, his nick name for the man teased him.
"Finally." Obama replied. He'd gotten used to it by now, but it still stung a little every time he heard it. He had trauma with llamas 😔.
They lauched into the map, they were playing duos. With Donald no longer around they couldn't play squads anymore. Playful banter bashed between them as the game commenced.
"Nah, you suck at this game man!" Biden chuckled as Obama missed yet another shot.
"Shut up man, you're putting me off." He said, finally pulling through with the head shot. The continued on, escaping the storm.
"Yeah but yk how Donald is.." Obama muttered. He feared for his friends safety. Donald only saw red when he got mad, he's turned very alpha. And with Joe keeping him in prison, he was sure to come out with fire oozing from his eye sockets.
"Yeah, but I'm not sweating about it." The white inbred replied nonchantly. Hiding the fear in his voice. "Anyway, how's liz?"
"Mm she's been looking pale lately" Obama's expression saddened. His wife, Elizabeth Windsor was a complete cougar and he loved it. He loved their romantic moments, their sex life, their arguments too. He loved all of it. When it did come to their intimate moments  they never just fucked, they always engaged in passionate love making. Both Obama and Liz practically worshipped eachother. As the years went by, so did their youth. Time was a funny thing. It always seemed to walk faster whenever you want it to slow. Barack thought that about his wife, it was running so fast lately. Obama was beginning to worry that time was slipping away for his Snookems.

"She'll been fine, anyway do you think Donald is still mad at you for stealing Vladdy Daddy from him?" Obamas tone being curious as he tried not to think abouts his wife's inevitable, future passing, he would never be able to cope and he knew it. Obama shuddered at the thought.
Joe paused.
"You think he's steal pissed at me because I'm dating Vladimir?" Joe thought out loud. An audible nod came in response from Barack. Joe thought about it for a moment. He got lost in his processing, he didn't realise it was now a 2v2, and the storm was coming quickly.
Obama dropped. He got ambushed he was dead. His items leaped from his body as his pixels collapsed.

"Joe, JOE! ITS UP TO YOU NOW." Barak yelled snapping how out of his daydream. It was too late. Biden's character dropped to his knees. They didn't achieve the victory royale today 😔.  "Ugh." Barack groaned, throwing his controller down. He rambled on about how they should've one for the next 5 minutes while Joe sat in silence.

"I think you're right you know."
"Uh?"
"That's the reason he's never liked me. He thinks I stole Vladimir from him!" A light bulb went off above Biden's head.
"But you never cheated did you?"
Biden shook his head before defending himself. "I actually never knew they were dating when we started hooking up so it's not my fault." It was entirely Vladdys. Him and Donald, we THE IT couple. They were like Barack and Liz. Their PDA was always PDAing. There was never a moment when Donald and Vladdy weren't together. Until Biden came along. Their walks got less frequent, their chats became stiff and hard to navigate while Biden's continue on as though they'd known eachtoher for years. That just had to be the main cause of why Biden hated Trump, he wasn't going to hate on vladdy. Especially if he still loved the man. He believed Joe took him away from him, it makes so much sense now. Joe's small cogs turned ad the rust broke from them.

He sprinted to his bedroom, grabbing a black fountain pen and some paper. He shimmied it into the envelope and locked the seal tight.
He sent it to Donald right away, it wasn't notes or love letters or any type of update.

It was a check. For Donald's bail.

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