*Donald's POV, 2 YEARS LATER*
I miss Mitt. Apparently we are separable, because we are away from each other. I miss his soft chest hairs. Oh yeah, that's right.
*Donald touches his toupee*
On occasion, I touch my toupee, to remind myself that we were once a thing. I yell at myself while I attempt to keep my wig in place, "MITT, COME BACK! PLEASE I MISS YOU!"
I bury my face in the rug, which has an alluring odor of fish. I suppose that was Mitt's vagina, from two years back. I try to preserve the smell by putting fish on the rug, so that I can continue smelling it.
Come back, MITT! PLEASE COME BACK!!!!!
*Mitt's POV*
Sometimes, I remind myself of Donald. He made me a replica of his wig. I wear it everyday. I miss him. Ditt Tromney has officially disbanded. Sadly, it is not a thing anymore. I bet Donald thinks about me every single day. I wish that we could be back together. I need to run some errands. Need to go to the bank.
*cut to Mitt walking out the door*
I walk out the door. I see a mysterious fat ass fall on his ugly face in my neighbors garden across from my home. I think, "How did this dickhead get in my gated community?" He gets up within 5 minutes. I don't know who he is, but I do know that that is probably a record for the fastest time he has gotten up. He's running up to my car.
I'M OUTTA THERE!
