Donald screamed and punched the air. He had a nightmare about how his dad gave him a small loan of 1 million dollars. Like, ONLY ONE MILLION??? CHEAPSKATE >:( But then Donald remembered who he was and mumbled his daily satanic ritual 'I only got 1 million dollars so now I make billions of dollars. I sell my soul to Ainsley bitches. I will build the walls and not pay for them you cannot stop me.' Then he blew out the candles and hid all the demonic symbols all over his house.

His wife greeted him kindly but he only said 'Shut up bitch and make me a sandwich,' He was stressed out. He only tried to be president because he had to play a drunk sexual truth or dare to save his casinos. He was dared to run for president and shag a random pole. He had to do both things unfortunately for him. At least his casinos were saved because Donald is nothing without his casinos.

So  while his wife was in the kitchen he said his satanic again to boost  his self esteem. Donald decided to take a walk outside in Central Park. Its was  mainly to make people vote for him but it wouldn't be surprising if Hillary... His wife stopped his trail of thought with the sandwich. Donald inspected it, he only likes the best sandwiches - American sandwiches. After a while 'You call this a sandwich?' he yelled, 'Bitch I've had enough of your stupidity. If you don't know me well enough to make me a decent sandwich...then FUCK OFF!!!'

Oops...Trump had unleashed his inner primal Harambe rage and went rouge on the table. Plates were thrown, chairs were smashed, the table collapsed. Then, Donald (primal Harambe rage) Trump looked at his wife. His eyes full of rage and anger. Suddenly he charged for her. Chasing his wife around his house his wife took a documented paper  and ran for her life.

Donald stopped he didn't stop because of the wreckage he made. He stopped because his wife was going to release how much tax he pays on that document. How much had he paid? Oh yeah...nothing. That document his wife took also revealed he was secretly working for the Mafia. He didn't want that to happen though. He refused it would happen. Donald ran for his life to Central Park.

How did he know his wife was in Central Park you ask? Donald had a tracking microchip in his wife's arm. This to make sure she ain't cheating on him. While Donald was 'running' it was more like the Flash's speed 1 million times slower. Ooops sorry the words one million triggers Donald Trump.

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Donald could see his wife getting closer to giving the document to the government. He picked up his speed but then he ran into somebody. He decided to be a gentleman and lend out his hand to help her up. This would be his revenge against his wife for trying to reveal secret information. Donald knew she wouldn't get there and for once he was right.

A man in a black tuxedo, white shirt, black glasses (he could barely see through them) and a snazzy fedora. HE WAS THE ONE, THE ONLY TUXEDO GUY!!!!!!!!! He searched for his target. He found her when he did he dragged her to a back alley and put her unconscious. Tuxedo Guy wasn't messing around y'all. After Donald was told (through an earpiece) what had just happened he let out a sigh of relief and tried to look at who he just knocked over. For a few minuets the woman was still crouched on the floor, just about when he was going to give up she lifted up her head. He looked at her and she looked at him, and they were both shocked. Because Donald helped up...