Kim Jong Un X Plant Man

Betrayal

{15 years later}
I was finally released from JK's prison and I happily run to my boyfriends mansion. My bootyful British smile faded as I ran into his room and he is making out with an orange alien who identified himself as Donald Trump.
"Panda bebe?...." i whisper as a tear slides down my flawless British cheek.
"H-how could you?..."
He tried to explain but I push him away.
I pull off my British shirt and reveal my hout British abs to him.
He grabs me by my flawless wrists, careful not to damage my awesome Rolex watch.
"I-i didn't mean it..."
i look at him coldly. He was now the leader of North Korea as his father died 6 years ago, he had lost some weight and he didn't have his beautiful blubbery cheeks anymore.
"Who are you?" I say in my sexy British accent.
I run away out of the building sobbing.
My Panda Bebe has moved on over me...
Then I thought of a plan! I will make him jealous.
I found a hobo on the street who identified himself as PSY.
He sobbed " I am homeless because nobody cares about gangam style anymore."
"I-I do."i whisper and begin to dance whilst looking at his smiling face.
"Will you date me?" I say. "But only to make him jelly, as the American kids say.."
"Ok!" He said and I take his arm and we walked into the capital building. Kim Jong Un looks at me and I grab PSY close to me and kiss him passionately.
When I pull away I look at the hurt expression on my panda bebes face.
Then he runs into his room and I place my hands on my hips, full of myself.