Bob Duncan and Donald Trump

Chapter 5

The cuddling session was interrupted by Amy throwing the door away and revealing her huge as f muscles. She then proceeded to flip the bed over.

"LEAVE!" She screamed demonically. Trump held up a cross bc the power of Jesus was tryna come thru.

Suddenly John Cena popped out of a bush.

"Hey bitch!" He said. "I'm JOHN CENA!"

"Wow John Cena!!" Bob said staring at John Cena's muscles. Trump looked angry af. Flame shot out of his eyes at John Cena.

"Listen here you punk wrestler! Bob Duncan is MINE AND ONLY MINE!" He shouted, spitting on John Cena. His toupee flew away in his boiling rage. "MY HAIR!!" He screeched, grabbing strands of it and gluing it onto his now bald head. John Cena laughed and slipped into the shadows...

"Bob I'm a mess!!" Trump sobbed, clutching his leftover toupee follicles and rolling around on the grass.

"Bob?" He sat up, looking confused as always. "MY BOBBY WOBBY IS MISSING!!" He screamed and cried.

Bobby walked outside to see why Trump was always cryin, why he always cryin. Trump threw his hair at him. It was so dusty he sneezed and fell over. Trump kicked him. He fainted.

"I'LL FIND YOU BOB MY LOVE!" He vowed darkly.