Donald POV
As I left the apartment I had an odd feeling like I was being watched. I decide to take the back allies to avoid running into anyone because I'm an idiot. All of a sudden I felt my foot submerge into slime, next my other foot. I felt little suction cups slither up my legs, I look down,.....snails? I try to move but I was slimed to the ground, the snails slither upward, sliming every inch of my body. I try to scream but a snail inches over my mouth, covering it. my hands are slimed together and I tumble down to the floor. My mouth drops open when my head hits the ground and small snails creep into my mouth to slime the insides of my body. I begin to choke on the snails, trying to gag them up, but they are too strong and there are too many, and I choke to death on snails.
I guess Trump wont be running for presidency after all.
The End.
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A Trumpy Night
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