Daddy Donald's POV:
I hand him the piece of paper and leave him on the middle of the street, feeling super sassy as I smile to myself, knowing that I am irresistible.
I walk to my car and my driver drives me to my huge estate. I would never do that myself, leaving that low job to the peasants.
Finally at home, my cook prepares my dinner. I eat the souls of innocent children and drink the tears of a fairy but my mobile phone interrupts me. "Who dares to interrupt me while I eat my food? I should kick that person's butt back to the misterious state called Mexico !" I scream. But then I see the caller ID. It is my kitten Daryl. My mood improves. I accept the call and hear his small voice "h.. hey it's me, Daryl. I thought I should call you."
I answer immediately " dammmmn babe it's good to hear you voice. I thought we could meet up so I can bless you with my presence. At your place? "
I smirk as I hear Daryl draw a sharp breath. "Y...yes that would be n...nice."
"Good. See you at six."
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Donald Trump x Shrek x Daryl
Fiksi PenggemarDonald Trump is president of the USA. After a zombie apocalypse caused by horse meat in lasagna, Donald is the only living human being on this planet who didn't turn into a zombie. But what happens when the president falls in love with a zombie and...
