The Wrinkly Orange Bitch

Brother Borris

Donald mustered the strength to get up. His ass ached like nothing had ever ached before. He hobbled along through the Whitehouse gardens and to the gate. Ignoring everyone that looked at him, Donald tried to get into his presidential car but failed, miserably.

One of his security agents came to the car.
"Errrm... sir-"
"Don't fucking talk to me, I'm pissed off, just open the car door for me."

The agent did as he was told and opened the car, he then went to fetch a driver.

When the driver arrived, he looked at Donald with great confusion, after all he was naked with shit all over his ass and a huge purple bruise from the baseball bat. But he asked no questions as Donald looked as though he would murder the next person that spoke to him.

"Take me to the nearest payphone." He demended.
"Wh-w-" but the driver was stopped there when Donald gave him a look that said bitch I will fuck you up if you don't take me to the nearest payphone right now.

When Donald arrived at the payphone, there was somebody in it. However, seeing the president of America storming towards you naked and covered in shit is enough to send anyone running for the hills.

Donald put in his change and dialed a number. For some magical reason the payphone was able to reach the UK, perhaps it was Donald's absolute rage that strengthened the signal.

"H-hello?" Said a voice on the other end of the phone.

Donald had called the only man he felt he could trust, a man that almost had a bad hair as him and also made no sense whatsoever when he spoke. His brother from another mother, Boris Johnson.

"It's me, Donald J Trump, I wanted to ask you a favour. It would be a grand favour, the grandest of favours, so grand all the other favours would bow down to this, the greatest grand faver ever."

"Ah awawar well, er- Donald, I er- I would be er- delighted er- to do you a- a favour. Wh-what favour er- would it er- be?"

So Donald told Boris about his dier situation and Boris listened. Donald felt as though Boris was the only one who would listen to him in his time of need.