Lord Orang was laying on the beach one sunny afternoon. He was letting his skin tan so when the ladies looked at him they'd get so wet the government would have to put out a flash flood warning.
Lord Orang turned over onto his bacc when he saw his orange nemesis...
"Donald Trump" Lord Orang said in the most despising voice he could.
Donald turned his head because he heard the sexy orang with his super hearing.
"Well well well if it isnt orang."
"ITS LORD ORANG TO YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKING DIABETES CHEETO"
"thats not nice :'(" said trump as a tear trickled its way down his cheek.
"I thot you lubbed me :''(" he said, his lip quivering.
The juice seemed to run hot in Lord Orang's face. "BUT YOURE A POSER! I COULD NEVER LOVE A FAKE ORANG LIKE YOU!"
the momentary silence between them was so cruel it seemed like hours before Donald ran away sobbing with his face in his hands.
"D-donald cum back..." said orang falling to his knees. his heart was racing a million miles a minute.
Lord Orang finally mustered the strength to stand up and start running after Donald and his big chunk of thicc (fake) orang ass.
When he finally caught up with Trump he immediately tackled him and they started making out.
"L-Lord O-Orang... i thot you didnt lub me??" Trump said through a tear stained face.
"Oh trumpy.." orang sighed. "You know i'll always love you. Orang or not."
He slammed his round body against Trump's round body.
"Mmm baby im gonna peel you" Trump moaned
"...T-tru-"
"Shshhshhhhhhh" trump pressed a fat finger to Lord Orang's sweet lips.
Trump began to take lord Orang's skin and peel it off.
Lord Orang screeched in pain trying to run away which caused the skin to peel further.
Juices were leaking our of Lord Orang. All over the sand.
drip.
drip.
drip.
drip.
until he dies.
Trump pulls down his speedo and advances towards the dead Orang.
He fuccs his corpse until he fills it up with his racist orang cummies.
Trump takes Orang's wallet and walks away, never to be seen again.
