Donald Trump ran into his office, covering his eyes. Tears raining down his luscious orange cheeks. How dare those ignorant fools accuse him of treason? It had all been a joke! Don't they know that everyone loves him? Everyone loves him! Especially babies, especially the mexican ones.
He shudders as he tries to calm down from his grief, hands supporting him as he leaned on his desk. It was unfair that this was happening to him. Did the people really think that HiLlArY was better? He was the best fucking thing that could happen to this damn country! He was the king he needed! He had large talon like hands! He was the best! And his daughter was hot!
He felt strong arms wrap around him and he sighed as Mike Pence put his chin on his shoulder. Mike Pence, his vice president. His Mikey-Poo. "You okie-dokie bae?" he asked and Donald shook his head. "They just don't get it. It was a joke! I wasn't committing treason! I'm just trying to make America great again. Can't they see?" he sobbed. Mike stepped away from Donald and held his spherical orange face in his hands. "We will make them see, we will make them see" he told his hubby-boo and gave him a passionate kiss. Donald melted into the kiss and his leg kicked up like in those movies, you know the ones. They broke apart and Donald missed the warm, chapped, moist lips of his lover. "We will make them see" Mike repeated himself and rested his forehead against Donald's. When Mike left the office of HIS President, he proudly wore the orange stains on his skin from their tender touches. He proudly wore them.
