As soon as he stepped one foot into the hall, he was faced with a sight that shattered his heart, leaving him confused and broken.
The shorter Democratic candidate was situated between the taller Republican's arms. To onlookers, it would look like the two were having a moment together.
To the Vice President, it was a sight that confused him.
First, in a hallway? Why?
Second, didn't Donald despise Joe?
Third, pack it up Jamilton. 😐
Mike didn't even like Hamilton since the crowd booed him.
Were they kissing? The grey-haired VP scowled, clenching his fists in frustration. The pair soon separated, making their respectful ways to the debate. Michael stood there like: 🧍
"Honestly... what the fuck?" he whispered to himself. Pence came to the realization that the two would've been cheating on their female partners if they purposely exchanged this intimate moment just now. He shook his head with a sigh.
I guess I'll go watch the debate now, he pondered depressively to himself, his inner happiness from earlier deflating into nothing.
He turned back around to go to the debate a different way, secretly heartbroken by what his eyes, once filled with joy, had just seen.
On his way back, he didn't notice, but his new potential lover had landed on his head...
