My Big Book of Sinful Things

One Big Meme

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He couldn't believe it. The news came like a bullet, ironic since that's how he went. A bullet. Donald couldn't believe the news. He wouldn't accept that he was dead. He couldn't be dead! But he was. Donald Trump pulled out a small photo of the now dead gorilla, Harambe. He gently ran his index finger across the gorillas cheek, a tear dribbling from his eyes and landing on the image, a little spray on tan came with it.
"Harambe..." Donald whispered with love in his voice.

"Mr. Trump sir, are you ready to present your speech?" A security officer asked, cracking the door to Trumps tiny preparation room open. Donald cleared his throat from his despair and nodded, "yes, let's get this over with"

It was an ordinary speech, nothing new from him surprisingly, since he always seemed to be changing his mind. He was too depressed to think of anything super vulgar or racist to say even. Harambes image filled his head, he couldn't get the good gorilla out of his mind.

As he finished up his speech and prepared to exit off stage he clenched his fists. It couldn't end like this. Donald quickly jogged back to the podium to deliver some final words to the crowd.
"I promise that if I'm elected president, I will bring Harambe back!" The crowd was silent for many moments, placing fear in the orange mans heart. Did these people not care about the godly entity that was Harambe? A few more moments of unbearable silence before the crowd broke out in cheers. Trump felt the weight he had in his soul being lifted by the voices of all his supporters. He looked backstage to see his colleagues running around and yelling, horror in their eyes. How on earth would Trump be able to bring Hatambe back to life? They had no idea, but Trump knew. Trump knew exactly how; he would collect all of the Dragon Balls and wish for Harambe back, and if that didn't work he'd collect the Chaos Emeralds, which he knew from experience could bring the dead back to life. Yes, Donald Trump was around when the events of the cursed game Sonic '06 happened, that's how godly he is. Although his godlike powers were nothing compared to those of Harambe's.

He started his surch in the lair of the Sina, a powerful being that was invisible. He crept around the lair in silence, fearful of the beast that lived within. Luckily, he didn't think it was around. Oh how wrong he was. Lights went on and pointed toward a doorway before a familiar tune began to play.
"Oh god..." Donald spoke quietly, his body quivering with fear. That's when the beast burst out, arms raised high in a stance of victory. It looked at Donald and smiled cockily.
"Donald Trump, let me guess, here to get my treasure?" It asked the orange man, who nodded in reply. The beast chuckled and shook his head.
"I would love to help you Donald, I really would, but... Harambe was the only being keeping me from using my full power, and I could never give up power"

"Then we will fight for the treasure" Donald got into a fighting stance, his eyes narrowed on the beast. He chuckled and smirked evilly at Donald.
"You can't see me" he sang in a sinister tone. In an instant he vanished and seconds later Donald was sent flying. His back hit the wall but before he could even get up, The Cena began to punch him in the tummy. Donald threw up on the Cena and he heard it make a sound of disgust before backing away. Now, with Donald vom on the Cena, he could see it. He smirked and dashed at rapid speeds toward Cena, punching him in the gut and then finishing him with an uppercut. The Cena fell and Donald placed his foot atop his chest.
"Where's the treasure?" Donald asked. Cena laughed.
"I'll never tell you!" Cena roared back.
Donald put more preshur on him, Cena lurched but still refuesd to tell Donald anything. More of Donald's weight was placed upon Cena until he finally gave in.
"OKAY!" He yelled "the treasure is in the belt..." Donald looked toward Cena belt, which seemed to small to fit a Chaos emrald. Still, he reached into the belt and felt something hard, but judging by Cena face, it wasn't the emrald. Donald glared at Cena, who urged him to dig farther. Cena duh so far into the belt that he found himself in an alternate universe. There were large mushrooms everywhere and Donald deducted that this was the mushroom kingdom. Shit, did he now have to beat Bowser in order to get the first Drahon emerald? Whatever, anything for Harambe. So he made his way through each level, stomping on goombas and mushroom turtles all the while. Except Donald was so heavy that the turtles didn't just retreat, they were squashed and made dead. Eventually he found Boser.
"Bowser, I've come for your Chaos Emerald" Donald told him in a stern voice. Bowser chuckled and smiled.
"Is like to see u try puny man" he held up the emerald "CHAOS CONTROL!!!!!!1" he began to glow gold. Bowser had become super Saiyan, Donald smirked, an evil glint in his frames.
"Ffollish turtle dragon, you think I didn't expect this?? That's why I brought... THIS!" Donald pulled out Buster Sword and laughed evilly except not evil because Donald sempai is the hero here so there.
Bowser was now scared but before he could run like the coward he is he was sliced in half by Donald Trump, who then teleported to the princess that the prison was being held in. He opened it and immediately got glimpses by the blonde girl.
"Oh thank you Donadl! I new you'd save me. I'm gonna break up with Mario and date you instead" she said, placing a big kiss on Fonalds lips.
"No princess, I'm sorry but... there's already someone who has my heart" he pulled out his heart shaped pocket and opened it to reveal an image of Rick Harrison. Petch seemed sad but accepted that Donald already had a lover.
"Okay Donald-senpai, here's a chaos emerald" she pulled an emerald out of her dress and handed it to Donald, who thanked her by grabbing her by the pussy.
He said his goodbyes to the mushrum kindom and crawled out of John Cena's belt to find the next Chaos emearld.