Here Comes Dat Boi

~Donald's P.O.V~

Sweat Poured down my fruit colored forehead as I walked off the stage. Another successful rally to brainwash bimbos to my control. One of these days they will all be following my commands, but until then I will just boss my bodyguards around."How about u lil shats get my room ready so I can rest my lil sausages for my next rally." They both just looked and me and then didn't do anything. Why cant I get people to do more then I pay them to do? IM RICH FOR PETE SAKE!

As I was made my way to my limo I noticed a speeding blur of green coming right to me. The guards started pushing me inside the vehicle when they were both knocked to the ground. I tried to shut the door so it couldn't get in when I heard a shut from the other side.

"HOE DONT DO IT!"

But of course I did it. Why would I let my attacker get the upper hand? IM DONALD FUCKING TRUMP

The Driver didn't seem to notice I was in the back so I pushed my plum like body through the private window slider that separated us.

"DRIVE THERE IS A FUCKING TERRORIST ATTACKING!"

The Driver looked much panic very scared and started driving. I knew I could have taking the attacker on my own but why else would I pay people to do? To bad the people I paid cant do their job for shit. Like the fuck?

~~so i will update when i can or feel like it. This story will have short chapter and im not to sorry about that but oh well. THIS STORY IS RATED MATURE FOR A REASON SO IF U READ IT NOW BE WARNED ~~
-TrumpLife