White House
I was in bed when I heard something loud. I slipped out of my bed onto the White House’s
floors. “No” I thought “not now please!” I went to my secret tunnels where my private great
safes were kept. Read on…. I dare you… yeah right.
Well you dared I see, ok read on..
I was going to my safe when I saw my guards, cameras and robots in … I guess in bad
shape: Tech=pieces of scrap metal. men= on-ground-sleeping-like-cats. This was not good.
Was I in trouble? I got there and.. “Joe Biden!! What are you doing?” “Sorry mister trump”
Biden grinned. He and a few more people were there, and all my money was almost gone,
luckily the potato heads were on my last trap! I hit my pocket and immediately the people
crumpled to the floor tranquilizer darts are so effective right? WRONG as my dispensers
kept shooting a while they miss and hit me so I ran only to get a dart on my “lower back” and
mid fart I fell asleep
A FEW DAYS LATER…
I woke up ON A ROUND TABLE WHERE BREAKFAST WAS BEING SERVED?!?!?!?!
On the menu it said: special! trump flavoured cake! And raw Donald trump with cooked
trump!. Gee yum.
THE ORGANISER WAS “Joe Biden!!” I yelled “what in the world am I doing here?”
“sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrarrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” nice one, straight in my pit of snakes.
Evil? Nah I’m good. He went to the safes.. Full of tranquilized coins. “Night Biden!” I called
“snore” was his only answer.
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