Cunts Clash

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Trump was so shocked by the sight of the three intruders that he dropped the raspberry scented candle he brought for Harry. HIS HARRY! THESE MOFOS WERE SOOO GONNA PAY!!!

"WHAT ARE YOU NIMRODS DOING TRESPASSING ON MY PROPERTY?!" He hollered, before calming down. His dermatologist warned him to control his temper if he wanted to maintain his darling complexion.

"I think the real question is why do you have a Harry Styles shrine," started Khaled

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"I think the real question is why do you have a Harry Styles shrine," started Khaled.

"Those creepy posters," continued Pansy.

"A stuffed pig."

"A pink diary."

"And you're wearing a dress and makeup."

"I JUST WANT TO FEEL PRETTY!" Trump cried, eyes stinging. He controlled himself, not wanting to run his $50 Sephora mascara. When your mascara costs $50 there's no time for crying, honey. 💁💅 "YOU SHALL DIE!"

 💁💅 "YOU SHALL DIE!"

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"What?"

"YOU SHALL DIE!" Trump repeated with a firmer conviction. He whistled loudly against his hot pink painted nails, his mansion shaking slightly.

When nothing happened, Pansy and Khaled had the audacity to laugh. "So what now?"

A little puppy scampered into the room, wagging its tail and doing whatever it is that little puppies do.

The volume of the intruders' guffaws increased,  as they keeled over in laughter. "What? You sicced your wittle puppy on us? Oooh I'm so scwared!"

The puppy, angered, suddenly mutated and enlarged, his real head getting in formation. *sings Beyonce*

"Woah! Chris Brown!" Cried Pansy cowering behind Khaled. This 'Chris Brown' being was a very vile and repulsive animal... Monster even. His sharp yellow teeth glinted in the light of the three candles of Trump's shrine that only honoured three but not all four of Harry's nipples. Slobber gathered at his lower lip. The creature let out a deep bark, it's stinky breath, the same smell as Trump's rotten soul, invaded the room.

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