The group was in awe, except Cuntor and Kianal of course, were still in there Snoop Dogg hippy trance.
"Bruh, that's freaky." Cuntor said.
"I know lmao. Stace is on that shit too lol." Kianal responded.
Stace was about to roundhouse these two scemo wankstains. She was trying to warn the squad they were Trump's prime target, and they were higher than a fucking kite.
"Can you twat waffles shut the fuck up?" K80 asked.
"Lmao I don't know, can we?" Kianal asked Cuntor.
K80 bitch slapped Kianal with the XXL Monster dildo she packed in her briefcase and stepped on Cuntor's ballsack until he was gasping for air. Both ended up being knocked out in the end, sleeping like aborted fetuses.
"Anyways, we need to create a plan to stop Trump and his reign of terror." Stace said to the group.
"Well...we could always get good ol Bernie to do some Dragon Ball shit on him." Chile suggested.
"Chile probably got some contact high. I think we should build a giant wall around the border using a small loan of a million dollars. " AGay chimed in.
The group went on for hours making plans that didn't make any sense. Everyone was probably high as fuck before AIDSan stepped up with his plan.
"Guys, I'm a huge history fuckboy. I've bingewatched every Netflix documentary on Egypt at least 69 times, and I can recall them all forwards and backwards." AIDSan proudly said.
"NERD" Kianal yelled as she jerked off the MLG Horn button on her soundboard.
"...anyways, I know so much about history that I have applied it to our current situation, and there's only one possible option: We kill Trump." he explained.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Chile asked.
"Unfortunately not."
AIDSan went into broad detail of his plan until everyone was sleep deprived. Everyone went back inside and fell asleep where ever they ended up. AGay ended up falling asleep in the oven, just like Anne Frank. K80 and Chile fell asleep in the hallway. The rest made it to their designated bedroom, and fell asleep peacefully there. Bad decision.
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Cuntor was sound asleep in his bedroom when he was awoken by the sound of footsteps. He looked at the half opened door, assuming one of the rats were gonna prank him. He got up, closed the door and locked it, thinking a step ahead.
Cuntor was getting back into his bed cackling under his breath when someone covered his mouth and pinned him on the bed. The room was pitch black and all he could hear was that the voice was male. Be knew right away something was wrong.
"Shut the fuck up or I'll blow your fucking head off." the voice whispered.
Cuntor's eyes widened, his face flushed. He nodded, the look of fear in his eyes.
The figure pulled out a chair, placing Cuntor in the seat, and tying him to the chair. The man gagged him. Cuntor could barely breath as he started panicking.
"I'm gonna fucking die right here right now." Cuntor thought.
The man sat adjacent to Cuntor and just stared. The man got a phone call, taking it very quietly. Cuntor could barely point it out.
Cuntor could see a smug grin in the man's facial expression. It shocked Cuntor. He could feel the man's grin piercing his mind, his heart, his soul. Cuntor's eyes widened started tearing up. The man eventually finished his call, seeing the tear streaks on Cuntor's cheek.
Each step the man made, Cuntor's heartbeat quickened.
The man sat in the exact same spot. He pulled out a cigarette, smoking it while staring into Cuntor's eyes. He blew smoke at the tied up boy a few times before burning out the cigarette on leg, still staring into his eyes.
Cuntor started crying over the physical, mental, and emotional pain. The man pulled out a tissue and started wiping away the tear streaks on Cuntor's face. He cried harder now, knowing this was the end. The man pulled out the ballgag.
"Maybe the man is letting me say my final words." he thought. That was until the man pulled off the bandana. Cuntor knew who it was.
