"Mr Harvey, why are they taking down our sign boards and writing on 'Cunts Clash'?"

"Shut the fuck up, Penny. Shhhh! If the manager hears of this, then hsssss." He made a slicing motion around his neck, and Penny swallowed and nodded.

"Okay! Good day, everyone!" Steve greeted as the music started. "Joining us today for a special rendition called CUNTS CLASH, are the Trumpers-"

Cheering came from Trump's side.

"And KPKS!"

"Wtf? Who chose that name?" Simon seethed.

"Hey yo it ain't ma fault; Kylie wanted to name it 'Kyls and the Pussycat Dolls'."

"IT'Z A GUD NAIME!😒," Kylie defended herself. 

"Why is my initial last?!" Simon continued to complain. "And this isn't even fair. This group consists of just four people, three since one is brain dead-"

"Oooh, Khaled he gat ya! Burn! 🔥🔥🔥💨," giggled Kylie, oblivious that the insult had been directed to her.

"-while the other team has like ten members."

"Put that in a pipe and smoke it, boyy," raved Trump, throwing his pink stilettos at Simon's head.

"First question goes to Meek: who's tour is it?"

Meek swallowed. "My girl's tour."

"That is correct."

Trump slapped across his back in congratulatory fashion. "Finally, you've made your worthless and useless self of some use."

Meek whimpered dejectedly.

"Next question goes to Iggy: are you fancy?"

"Hell yeah I am! You already know!" She piped, waving her arms in the air like she just don't care.

Well we do girl; close them pits up, you smell like you haven't used deodorant in 75433789532477 years.

"YOUR ANSWER IS WRONG!!!! HAHHAHAH! Next question goes to KPKS."

"STOP CALLING US THAT!" Simon refuted.

"Question for Kylie: did you or did you not inject your lips with cement?"

"Well," started Kylie, scratching through Snoop Dogg's fur, "I just line my lips really high. You can get in on the lip secret too if you download my app-"

"EH! WRONG!" interrupted Steve with a buzzer-like voice. "Why the fûck you lying, why you always lying? Mmmmm o my God! STOP FUCKING LYING!"

"Due to Kylie's incompetence, next question goes to the Trumpers."

"You just couldn't tell them the truth, huh?! Now we're down by one point, and if we lose we're dead!" Simon was so angry that he stabbed Kylie's lips with his pen, and it started squirting out melted concrete.

"Gah!!! 😡😡😡😒 LOOK WHAT YOU DID!"

"Ew," said Pansy, scooting away.

"Taylor: do you or do you not harvest the souls of your ex lovers?"

"How morbid!" gasped Taylor. "Why would I do that even if it's just in your wildest dreams?"

Steve rubbed his forehead tiredly. "Taylor, this is Cunts Clash and not Bullshit Bar. Answer the damn question!"

Taylor huffed indignantly. "Wait till my manager hears of this."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Next question goes to KPKS. Dj Khaled, mention five keys to success."

"That's not even technically a question," grumbled Simon.

"Ain't you worry, lil Brit. I can handle this," Khaled assured. "Cocoa Butter, Dove Soap, Apples, Water, Bacon, Flowers, Foot Massages-"

"CALM DOWN, YOU INBRED HE ASKED FOR FIVE!!!" Trump raved from the other side.

"Calm yo tits, Donald," scolded Steve as he refaced the Trumpers. "Next question goes to Kanye: Say the truth. Is it true that Kim only gives you thirty minutes of wifi everyday? Hence your crappy and senseless tweets?"

"BRUH!!!" yelled Kanye.

Steve tutted in pity. "How is that even an answer? I advise you save money for your 4th grade education. Next question goes to KPKS. Simon, what is the colour of your heart?"

"Black," said Simon bluntly. "And my arteries are made of barbed wire."

"That is correct! Trumpers now: Mojo Jojo, who wants to rule the world?"

"EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD!"

"According to your song, that is correct. What do you also seek in life?"

"WHY ARE YOU ASKING HIM TWO QUESTIONS NO FAIR!" Donald pouted.

Steve hit him with a stick.

Trumpy Donald sat on the wall, Trumpy Donald had a great fall.

"So, Mojo answer."

"I also seek to attain the all powerful key to success!!!"

Khaled gulped, slumping further into his seat.

"Next question goes to KPKS."

"We sound like a K-pop group," muttered Simon.

"Pansy, does Young Metro trust you? No I mean this on a serious note if he don't trust you I'mma have to shoot your ass."

Trump sank in his seat. "Lord Jesus," prayed he.

"Young Metro trusts me!"

"Your answer is correct. Okay general question for everybody: complete the following sentence: 'First things First-'"

"I'M THE REALEST!" yelled Iggy.

"Your answer is wrong. KPKS?"

"REST IN PEACE, UNCLE PHIL!"

"Your answer is correct. Those are all the questions; excuse me while the results are processed."

As Steve walked out, Donald bragged, "Oh we are soooo gonna win. And afterwards all your puny lives are OVER!"

"Get ready to eat your words, Donald! That vibrator will be ours!" Simon then realized how strange his words sounded out loud, and he kept quiet. Snoop Dogg licked his face. "GTFO YOU LOUSY MUTT."

"Don't talk 2 my lil boo boo pup laik dat 🙄😑😑," Kylie defended.

Steve then returned. "Okay, the winners are," he started, reading off a

paper,"..............................."

"JUST SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!"

"Okay okay jeez. The winners are... THE TRUMPERS."