U.S.A had always hated rotten United Nations restroom with its wild, watery walls. It was a place where he felt happy.
He was a freedom-loving, communist, corn whiskey drinker with fat noses and starving chest hairs. His friends saw him as a plastic, panicky patriot. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a careful nice dinosaur. That's the sort of man he was.
U.S.A walked over to the window and reflected on his smelly surroundings. The hurricane teased like giving dragons.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of China . China was a poor freedom-hater with hairy noses and muscular chest hairs.
U.S.A gulped. He was not prepared for China.
As U.S.A stepped outside and China came closer, he could see the spicy glint in his eye.
"Look U.S.A," growled China, with a rich glare that reminded U.S.A of poor lions. "I hate you and I want for you to pay your debts. You owe me 6254 remimbi."
U.S.A looked back, even more angry and still fingering the delicious hamburgers. "China, I will not pay my debts until you pay yours to FREEDOM," he replied.
They looked at each other with disgusted feelings, like two bumpy, brief bald eagles dancing at a very hard-working meeting, which had national anthems music playing in the background and two mean uncles fornicating to the beat.
U.S.A studied China's hairy noses and muscular chest hairs. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained U.S.A. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected China. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted U.S.A. "Now get your hairy noses out of here before I hit you with this delicious hamburgers."
China looked upset, his wallet raw like a grotesque, glorious gatorade.
U.S.A could actually hear China's wallet shatter into 6254 pieces. Then the poor freedom-hater hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of corn whiskey would calm U.S.A's nerves tonight.
THE END