Three Supreme Leaders, One True Love

If I Look Bad on the Internet, Make the Internet Illegal

I scroll down my Instagram feed, looking for any mud someone placed under my feet. I saw nothing so I blushed slightly with cute closed eyes, maybe the media is finally liking me more. My self-ego gets higher, I'm afraid it'll break through my golden roof my people made me. I am a grateful leader. 

I write the 19th email to Instagram telling them to change their new updates, with all these ads, home page, explorer page, A H ! All of these new changes are making me anNOYED. I copied and pasted my last email, did some changes so it doesn't seem like it's spam, and hit send. I hope they read my email and listen to it, cause what I'm telling to them is orders. 

I give a happily hum from my favorite songs from the best artist Crazy Frog. That's the only good thing that came from America, but thing sucks. I still hate them and their leader. My deep hatred for that country is probably more than my hatred of My Little Pony™ theories and horrible fanfics. NOBODY WANTS APPLEJACK AND RAINBOWDASH TOGETHER, ITS APPLEJACK AND FLUTTERSHY. HOW HARD IS THIS TO UNDERSTAND. 

I was about to destroy my blankets but ripping them apart with my gifted talent of super strength. But when I was about to do that, my wife comes in with a stance of fear. 

"Hello, my dear wonderful husband which I am really grateful for, do you want to watch a movie tonight?"

GAH, just the sight of her gets annoyed. Hmm, in all honesty, anything about her gets me annoyed. I should probably get a new, better wife probably off of Amazon but then the media will probably blow up again which is annoying too. So, I suppose I'll just wait for her to pass away. 

"Would you like to watch a movie directed by Seth Rogen and Evan G-"

I threw a pillow at her and she runs away closing the door softly since the last time she slammed the door shut loudly I almost threw her into a river for causing such noise. 

I suppose my relationship with her would be nice and not at all toxic if it weren't for her being starred in an adult film and my people having to cover all her dirty acts. And she knows that I don't like anything relating to Seth Rogern or Evan Goldberg for making that move about me. I still don't forgive them for it, and I will never will. 

I looked out my window looking at the clouds, wondering if my true love is sharing the same sight as I do. I hope so, and my eyes glitter like an anime girl full of romance in her head and lips. I closed my eyes and did a dramatic move of a head away the transparent glass.

A patterned knock came from my door and I quickly knew who it was. I opened the door slightly, and saw a 7 foot man staring down at me. He was so thin he seemed to be a noodle stick, easy to break. But when they are made into an army, a group, it's much harder to bend and destroy them.

The tall man paired with a high pitch like Megan McCarthy said, "Annyeonghasyo oppa >-<, the WiFi is down, should the Computer Tech Unit contact Russia to fix the satellite problem? (U///U)-->"

I stared at him with a bitter, quiet reaction. His voice reminding me of a dog whistle. Who does he think is, thinking he and the Computer Tech Unit have the ability to talk to talk to the Russian Leader or anybody Russian.

I grabbed a minion plushy off of the top of my dresser and slapped him across the face with it.

"If you don't gain common sense, respect, and a better IQ..."

I pause talking a step towards him. Lifting the lanky man by his collar and pushing him against the wall. I gain 10 feet with the power of anime and God in my side,

"...next time I'll call Shrek and make him make you drink his swamp. All of it. You got it, chump boy."

I didn't let him go until I saw his eyes sweat out salty tears so I can lick it off his face. I dropped him and returned to my normal human form. I pointed my nose up and wondered what breakfast was.

I walked down the hallways full of my beautiful face, my beautiful country flag, and then my face again. As I walked I kept my eyes on my phone searching news outlets that I paid to talk bad about Lil Sweet Cheeto Boy aka Donald.

I found one of the articles, talking about a conflict with Jay-Z and Donald. I smiled and hoped one day he would back off from my oppa.

I look at the viewer reading this fanfic kind of like the office and wonder if the person knows who I am.

If you haven't gotten it yet, you are a disgrace since who can forget me, Kim Jong-un? The supreme leader of North Korea, world, solar system, Milky Way, and everything that exists physically, non-existant, and anything in between.

Don't steal my oppa Ò^Ó