Bob Duncan and Donald Trump

Chapter 7

WARNING: SUM OF DIS CHAPTA IS XTREMLY SCRAY. VIOWER EXCRETION ADVISD.

Trump decided he was going to summon an angel or some shit to help him get his Bobby Wobby back. He Googled the directions on how to find one and it was unhelpful since Donald had no idea how to work an Internet thing because he's not hip with these new fangled technologies.

"Dammit, I need an angel! Send me one or I will strangle myself with my tupee!!!1!1!" Trump screamed to the skies with a face as red as a tomato.

Just as he was about to give up, an angel appeared behind him. Trump gasped, and turned around to face whoever it was.

"Hello Donald." The voice said flatly like he was bored out of his mind bc he aint wanna be there. But it was his civic angel duties or some shit.

"Who the heaven are you?????" The old man asked, putting his hands on his hips. The angel sighed loudly, looking 4.20% done with Trump's shit.

"My name is Castiel," The angel in the beige trench coat said. "I'm an angel of the lord. You called upon me?"

"Holy shit, I didn't actually think it would work," Donald said in disbelief. "Well, Sasstiel, help me out."

"My name is Castiel," He corrected. "And yes, that's why I'm here. I didn't just come down here to look at you. What do you want? Better hair?"

"DON'T INSULT MY HAIR YOU IGNORANT, WORTHLESS FOOL!1!1" Trump roared in a mighty voice like Shrek. "BRING BACK MY BOB DUNCAN AND RID THIS EARTH OF JOHN CENA."

"That was a bit rude. I do not wish to help any humans who talk to me in such a way. Have a nice day assbutt." And with that, that crusty angel disappeared.

"NOOOOO," Trump shrieked like a little bitch, running over to the now empty spot bc that angel like did some magic disappearing shit. "FINE. I DON'T NEED YOU OR YOUR CRUSTY TRENCH COAT EITHER."

Trump didn't know what to do at this point. He was all alone, even a crusty ass angel wouldn't help him. His precious Bobby Wobby had run off with some muscular WWE wrestler. No one would vote for him since he was a pasty ass lizard with terrible hair.

Donald was all alone.