It was a rainy day in the United States of America. Donald Jewhater Trump was in his office at Trump Tower, minding his business. Suddenly, a portal appeared in Trump's office. "What the fuck is this shit?!", Trump yelled. "Are the Mexicans invading? Do they want to kill me for my racist views? WHAT IS IT?!"
As soon as the portal appeared, it disappeared. Standing where the portal used to be was a man wearing a beige uniform with a red armband on it.
It was Adolf Hitler, Chancellor of Germany.
"Ach mein Gott! Was zum teuful ist los?!", Hitler said. "Holy shit!", Trump yelled. "It's Adolf Hitler!" "Was zum teuful willst du, schalmpe?", Hitler said. Trump, with the speed of a cheetah on crack, ran over to Hitler and bowed at his feet. "OH MY FUCKING GOD! IT'S ADOLF HITLER! I'M LIKE YOU'RE NUMBER ONE FAN! PLEASE DO NAUGHTY THINGS TO ME ON MY DESK!", Trump yelled. Hitler was disgusted. "Erhalten sie weg von mir, du dreckige hure!", Hitler said. It was then that Trump realized fangirling won't butter up Hitler. He needed to do more than that. A lot more.
Trump sat Hitler down on a spare chair in his office. "Now you just stay right there, cutie!", Trump said. "Fick dich!", Hitler yelled. Trump then went into a janitor closet, and opened his bag. Inside was a worn and wrinkly sailor fuku that Trump carried around for special occasions. The rain outside pounded the windows as Trump changed into his schoolgirl uniform. He also tied his hairpiece into two pigtails, replaced the skirt with a miniskirt, put on his lucky cotton panties, and finished the look with some stockings topped with a garterbelt. Trump walked out of the janitor closet looking like a weaboo's ugly fantasy, while the janitor inside the closet puked his pancreas out.
Trump opened the door to his office and put his hands on his hips. Hitler was still in the chair, fondling his moustache, when he saw Trump. Hitler was speechless, not because he was stunned by Trump's "sexyness", but because he had just died inside. Trump walked towards Hitler, exaggerating his hips, and put his hands on Hitler's thighs. "Do you want me, baby?", Trump said. "Ficken nein! NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN NEIN!", Hitler yelled. "Too bad, bitch." Trump then positioned his pelvis in front of Hitler's face, and gyrated them. Trump hoped he was eminating enough positive vibes to arouse Hitler. The rain somehow got even harder, and Hitler was losing it. Trump's lap dance was giving off too much positive vibes to resist! "Ich kann nicht mehr widerstehen!", Hitler yelled. Adolf Hitler carried Donald Trump into the janitor closet, and locked the door. Hitler then unzipped his pants, and revealed his 36 inch long Nazi schlong. Trump was more than happy to please his master.
All that could be heard was Trump and Hitler's moans of pleasure. No, really. Their passionate lovemaking drowned out all the sounds of New York City. Everyone stopped and turned to look at Trump Tower, wondering what the fuck was going on. The rain got even worse as Trump recieved nipple pleasures from Hitler. The rest they did was so unspeakable, it cannot be mentioned here. Eventually, Trump was driven to orgasm by Hitler's force. Hitler did not have a massive orgasm, due to his missing testicle. Trump however, had an orgasm that rivaled Niagara Falls in magnitude, and the Bermuda Triangle in mystery. The janitor closet shook with the force of Trump Falls. Trump collapsed on the floor, with Hitler falling on top of him. Everyone else in Trump Tower had already left, took 18 cold showers, and rethought their lives. The rain subsided, and Trump and Hitler died. THE END.
'By Fick Dich