OBAMA X HILLARY X TRUMP

Chapter 3: The Bad Ending

THE BAD ENDING

*buck bumble die*

Obama and hil ar fucking oln da denver materess

Hilll:this matress is ofley comfy oba where di you possibly find such as goood matres

Obamam: *jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair* Ahem, you look very lovely.

Hurry: tahk obam

Wraiter two:

Truram: 89bustsb trhour door with teh taliban*

troop: HIRY, OBAMNA, I AM HEAR TO FUCKIGN KILL YOUIO

obamn: *henry stickman dnace*

Trup anhirry and talib: *also do hery sticman dance, see this ius fuuny becase its rambdom8*

Talibruh guy:سأأكل برجر

Taliban shoots the fuck alout out of obama and aboma drops dead on the floor lifeless

Hillllllllll:nooo obama why y

Obanma: es un hermoso día allá afuera. Los pájaros cantan, las flores florecen. En días como este, niños como tú deberían arder en el infierno. Adios mocos

Hillary then calls for the talbina 2

Talinbabn 2 busts through the door then a huge shootout happens

Tons of talib soldiers die and then only trump and hirety are left

HIllary is then shot myulitple toims in the chest and tor

Trump walks over to the 2 corpses and fucking gangnam styles on em

trumP; i feel empty, i got my revenge, but at what cost, I have no wife, no friend, only egghead

Geghaed: good trump, you did well killing everything you love, this is a huge step towards you becoming what your soul desires. It desires nothing but blood and death. Something that is only natural for someone who has had everything they could have wanted taken from them OOOO OOO OOO AHH AH AH OOOOfh fndsv fcnhvCGHFGKJTDHJGFCVVHJBGCUFYTUDTUDTFIYFIY^CTU. Now you know what true bloodlust feels like. There is blood on your hands and they cannot be washed away. You are stained and that is good. Your old life has been destroyed and thusly, its fate. Your new fate is to make the earth feel your wrath. Make it feel pain on par with what you felt and then you shall rest. You shall rest on your bed of blood and bones that you have built throughout years of pain. And as you sit there before your masterpiece of anger you look on towards a grateful universe.

Trump: k, but no