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[UltraBudgie]

Donald Trump looked around in bewilderment. Where was New York? His beautiful penthouse atop Trump Tower? His gold-trimmed television set on which he had been watching election results, just moments ago? The genuine zirconium coaster with his tasty Diet Coke? It was all gone!

Instead, he was suddenly standing on a dirt road, of all places! He looked down at his $1000 shoes -- patent Italian leather, you know, only the best! -- to confirm. Yes indeed -- dirt! And unruly, unkempt nature! Not a billboard or bumper sticker in sight. What was happening??

Suddenly, a voice rang out, with the sound of banshee thunder. A voice from everywhere, and nowhere. So loud his silk tie shook as it cut him to his core. It was a familiar voice. One he'd heard before, and learned to hate.

"You're inside me now, Donald," said Kamala Harris. "You've been inside me all along."

"The election results are in, I'm afraid. There's no escape for you now. You had your chance to get on board, but you chose the 'Trump Train'. How's that working out?" An unearthly cackle followed, worse than even Hillary.

Donald ran. Down the road, as fast as his jiggling thighs could go. Where were his supporters? His fans? Where was Rudy?! He was alone!

"Don't worry Donald," Kamala mocked, "we have a place for you. Great place. Best place ever. You're going to love it. We're making America great again."

On a branch high above, a startled squirrel dropped its nut and ran scampering further up the tree.




Edit: Ya beat me to it Max. Next story use his photo.