Chapter 18 (back 2 hell w don duck)

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by gdragonslefttitty

Hell part 3

"How tf this gon help me." Trump said as he twirled around in a pink dress that had sparkles on it.

"Oh that's not all, we still haven't done your makeup!" Mr. Moseby said.

"Why do I need makeup, I'm better than you without makeup!!!!" Trump screeched. "I'll have you know I ran for president in 1738!"

Mr. Moseby didn't give a shit. He pushed Trump into the salon chair and started putting random make up on him. He looked like a sad Pepe when he was done.

"Also we gotta fix that hair." Mr. Moseby said as he plucked Trump's tupee clean off. Donald screamed.

"MY HAIR!!!" He sobbed. "ITS ALL I HAVE LEFT!!! MY BOBBY WOBBY LEFT ME AND NOW I HAVE NOTHING BUT MY HAIR!!"

"Boo boo, it wasn't even your hair." Mr. Moseby said. He was 420% done with Trump's shenanigans.

Trump looked into the mirror angrily.

"I LOOK LIKE A CLOWN LIKE ALL OF MY FORMER WIVES!" He screamed.

Mr. Moseby put duct tape on Trump's mouth.

"Stfu u pasty lizard." He said annoyed with Trump, who ripped the duct tape off. His lips looked like they did the Kylie Jenner challenge combined with the lips of a sad rare Pepe.

Trump was pushed onto a stage. The light (of Jesus(jk this is hell)) blinded him so much that he became legally blind.

Satan was the only one in the audience. He looked like a 5 year old as he clapped his hands together maniacally fast and conjured demons in case Trump tried to leave.

The only other person on stage was Bobby. Trump threw his microphone at him. He got knocked out 100-0 real quick. Satan stood up angrily, setting Trump's ass on fire quicker than Zeus could light his ass up.

Trump jumped off stage as ugly as possible.

"Since SOMEONE WAS A PISSBABY AND TRIED TO KO THE COMPETITION, BOBBY WINS AND IS FREED FROM HELL WITH A COMPLIMENTARY PHOTO OF ME, SATAN." Satan said, snapping Bobby back to his house.

"As for you--" Satan said, but was interrupted by something.

STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT WHAT!!!!1!