Z's mum x Trump

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Nervously, Donald looked at his reflection in the window. He used his plentiful hand sweat to smooth down the straw that was erupting from his scalp before taking a deep breath and turning to the door.

"Here goes nothing..." He knocked on the door, clenching and unclenching his fists nervously. A moment later, door was flung open.
"Yes?" A tall human said. They looked like shrek.
"Are... are you Mel?" Donald asked. The human shook their head.
"No. I'm Z. Say, aren't you Donald Trump?"
"Yes, I am." He grinned proudly.
"Heck you." The human sauntered off. Donald cried.

When he finally composed himself, he walked into the house. In every room he passed there seemed to be screaming children. Eventually, he found Mel in a room where a goat and a child were having a screaming match.

"Oh! Trumpy, is that you?" She swooned.
"Indeed it is!" He announced, smiling at her. He recognised her from her tinder profile.

The goat ran away, followed by the child, as Mel moved towards Donald. She smirked seductively and moved her hands towards his Trump stump.

"Oh, yes, Mike." He moaned. Mel frowned.
"That's not-"
"Heck me, Pence!" He screamed like a little girl.

Mel's eyes widened as she stepped back.
"Are you cheating on me with Mike Pence?" She cried in outrage.
"No! Of course not! I love YOU, my lovely little Mexican Muslim!" Donald said quickly, his stump inverting in horror of being caught.
"Liar!" Mel shouted and slapped him on the face in fury.

Donald burst into tears and ran away, never to be seen again.

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