Donald rushed frantically with his service agents to the top of Trump Tower. "Look. I'm a winner. I wanna win this scaring contest bigly, so we cannot let that pathetic Trumpkin ruin this for us," said Trump proudly. "I think we will have to scare that evil little Trumpkin to death. Time to bring out the wicked witch of the West!" Donald snapped his fingers and Hillary appeared in her tacky, witch garment. "Cough cough. Chills. Shivering. I'm here. What do you want Donald?" "I want you to scare that Trumpkin. And I want you to scare him bigly. Believe me, we have a huge problem." "Fine Donald. But I can't get rid of this Trumpkin as easily as I deleted my emails. Sorry." "Whatever Hillary. Just get rid of that pathetic Trumpkin." "Alright. Time for me to do my spell. 'Emails emails, come to me. Scare the Trumpkin on the count of 3. 1......2.......3!!!!'"
