One day Donald Trump, hairpiece and all, was walking too his office, surrounded by unneeded Body Guards. Trump was very satisfied that day, he won a caucus. But that kinda sucks, right?

Yea.

Trump entered his office and those dumb bodyguards guarded the door cause obviously a door is a body.

Some followed the big dumpface into his office and assembled there, also. Trump lifted his stupid crappy head up and saw a little bird on his giant, open windowsill overlooking the poor people who saw him and were breathing the same air as dumb Donald. The bird had some weird little thing on it's head and Donald Trump thought, "MAMA-MEIA I CAN GET A HAIRPIECE BUDDY!" He didn't wanna say this out loud, everyone in his office believed that his hair was natural.

So Donald ran toward the window, his big fat flabby arms outstretched. The bird screamed and flapped around. Donald slipped on some yellow liquid and was shot threw the air. He zoomed past the bird and realized that he was in the air over the street. He fell, his fatness taking him downward.

"OH MAH GAWSH I AM FALLING IMMA GONNA DIE!" Screamed Donald.
Oh my gosh.
He was right for once.
Donald face planted on the ground and was run over by a Bernie bus.

THE END!