Hot Cocoa With Big Daddy Donny P

Chapter 4

Donald moved to throw the kunai back in the direction from whence it came, but was interrupted by a loud shout. “Bitch, I hope the fuck you do! You’ll be a dead son of a bitch, I tell you that!” Suddenly, a ninja seemed to appear from thin air 3 meters from Donald. The ninja and Donald both pulled out guns at the same time, pointing them at each other.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” said Donald, smiling slyly. He dealt with situations like this before -- this would be no different. Suddenly, a red dot appeared on the ninja’s head. “I’ve got a sniper trained on your position.”

“And I have a drone trained on your sniper right now.”

“Please, I’ve got a hacker who has already taken care of that drone.”

“You mean the hacker we have under gunpoint?”

“You mean the gunner whose wife I kidnapped?”

“You mean wife who just filed for divorce?”

“Oh, shit. She did?”

“Yeah, last Tuesday man. It’s kind of sad.”

“Fuck.”

“Fork it over, Donald. We know you got the milk. It’s over. Sodexo always prevails.”

“Sodexo? So you’re the one who's been serving that terrible excuse for a drink you call hot chocolate. How dare you poison my school!” The ninja chuckled to himself and then suddenly dashed at Donald. Both parties’ snipers fired, missing their targets entirely. The ninja slashed at Donald with a sword, but missed. The two had seemed to switch places, as Donald stood right behind the ninja, unscathed. He removed a 20 sided die from his pocket and rolled on the ground. The number read 20. He smirked, looking back at the now stunned ninja. “Omae wa mou shindeiru.”

“Nani?” The ninja spontaneously exploded, leaving no remains. Donald swirled around in a circle and once more assumed the form of Hugo the Hawk, flying off to his next destination of Mexico.