Comic-Con 1
The year was 20000000002 and Trump-Bot was about to be elected again for the 200,000,000th time in a row. The world had officially come to an end... Now all that could be seen was the ever-growing pain in everyone's privates. Everyone's sad bloodshot eyes. Trump had raped everyone. Only 200 people lived in the hole world. And all of them were pregnant with Trump's rape children. Even the men were pregnant. There were 50 hospitals in one area, the hospitals were named after Hillary. Hillary had died 200000000000000000 years ago. There was only one hope now...The Will Smith Fish from Shark Tails. Everyone would watch it and repeat his saying, "Welcome to flavortown..." My roommates, Spanish Buzz, and Easter Dave the drug dealers. God has joined. He is not pleased with our sins. Someone knocked on the door. They were Mormons. "Would you like to talk about our lord and savior Trump?" OH NO, THEY CHANGED THEIR RELIGION. I know there was only one way to help them. I shanked them in the spleen. They died in a matter of minutes. I told Spanish Buzz to bury them in the backyard with the rest of them.
