#326 in Humor
A hilarious warped parody of our favorite childhood story, The Wizard of Oz, but what really is a story without our dear orange skinned racist bigot, Donald Trump?
*extended summary inside*
-UNEDITED
-written in early 2016
They had finished another leg of the journey and the sun somehow still shone from above because everybody knows that night is non existent in most Wattpad books. They also had not eaten at all, nor rested, because they were apparently bionic superhumans, an intrinsic quality of most Wattpad book characters. (A.N.: No offense, I mean those awfully cliché books lol, especially the One Direction fanfics omf.)
An arrow whizzed past and narrowly missed Kylie's head.
"😱‼!️," she exclaimed.
"What the fûck was that?"
"The Hunger Games are in progress," came an ambiguous voice. They raised their heads to see a shadowy figure hidden in the foliage.
"Who are you?" Simon demanded, scratching his armpit angrily and licking his hand afterward.
"The real question is not who I am, but am who I, eh?"
"What the fûck?"
"😐❓," said Kylie.
The person yodeled in a jungle-man-esque voice and beat his chest. He swung deftly from a convenient vine, despite the fact that they were nowhere near the tropics, landing in a perfect squat.
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Then the man did a few more squats to fire up his glutes if ya know what I'm sayin. 😏
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"I FEEL THE BERN!" He exclaimed before standing straight, or at least as straight as a jungle man can stand. The only clothing that stuck to his body was leopard skin or something equally as primal. Or something.
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