Donald prepared his ½ inch dick to battle. He knocked on Mike's door, without any pants on. The door opened, and inside was the vicious, seggsy boyfriend stealer, Mike Pennsylvania.
"Fight me you short dick roach." "I dont even have a dick--" "I said fight me."
Mike got his pencil ready. He took it out of his pants and he then revealed a big, thick, giant--
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Pencil. (What were you thinking? Oh right, a dic--)
"Behold, the most huge di-- pencil you have ever seen!" "Were you gonna say dick?" "Shut your racist mouth."
And before they knew it, they were in an epic battle. Mike swung left and right, while trump dodges his attacks. Mike got tired, then he felt a sharp pain in the ass. Donald has destroyed his asshole.
"How..? This was...i-impossible.." "HAHAHAHA!"
Donald laughed seductively.
"Seriously? Have you forgotten? Oh, Mike. With my racism powers, i can easily defeat you."
"D-donald?"
Trump heard a familliar voice. He turned his head, seeing Joe-kun, standing horrified by the doorway.
"How could you...?" "Joe-kun! Its not what it looks like! I was just--" "No! Dont give me your excuses! Im leaving." "No joe wait!"
He grabbbed his hand.
"Its too late Donald. You fucked him instead of me. His crusty remains of poop is still of your dick. I cant do this anymore."
He snatched his hand away from him, running outside the door.
"J-joe-kun...."
Donald ran after him, but he was too late, he was nowhere to be found. He zipped his pants on, then walked home. He tried not to cry, but he couldnt help it. He missed his wrinkled face in his ass, eating him out, though some bits of cheetos were left inside his butthole.
Although he didnt mind, he just wants his big daddy joe back. As he was looking outside his window of his white house, he heard something walk up to his back. He turned around, just to be knocked out and thrown into a trash bag where he belongs.
He then woke up, tied to a chair. His head hurt. Then footsteps approached him, he was scared as fuck. He didnt know what was gonna happen, so he stayed still. Then, in horror, he looked up to see him.
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Danny Dafucking cheeto.
He squirmed in his seat, trying his best to break the ropes.
"Now, now, dont be squirmy." "Leave me alone, you orange shit!" "I think im not the one whos orange here." "Wtf"
Danny got closer to him, he whispered into his ear:
"Big daddy Danny is here to take care of you."
He kissed Trump, it was disgusting. It tasted like melania's feet. Danny pulled away, leaving him disgusted, he then smirked.
"Ill be in another room, dont be naughty okay?"
He didnt respond. Danny then made a 'tch' noise and left the room. Meanwhile Biden was there, on his couch, thinking about did he think was right or wrong. He didnt know why Donald did that. Maybe it was self-defense? He couldnt quite get his mind off it.
He couldnt help but went to his place, he knocked on the door, hoping him to answer. No response. He sighed, and went home.
In the shed, Donald was there. He was crying over the fact he had abandoned Joe, his only beloved.
