Supreme Leader Kokichi Ouma In Hot Water After Boiling Republican Nominee Ted Cruz's Blood
"Hey Ted-chan, what's your problem? Why do you always such a dumb look on your face? Nishishi~" The typical evil laughter that managed to annoy everyone echoed throughout the cold, empty room, hitting the tall Republican like a wave of anger. Things weren't going well for poor Ted, and he did not need this little prick provoking him to make his life worse. "With all due respect, Mister Ouma, I'd appreciate if you could leave me alone right now." Cruz replied, biting his tongue as to control his true emotions from coming out and lashing at the short male. Being an adult and a politician meant he had to master self control, even if the only thing he wanted was to strangle the little shit in front of him. For one second he pondered in murdering him in cold blood, there was no one else in the room and he doubted anyone would even miss him. But his political campaign needed him, it was the most important thing in his life. He HAD to beat Donald Trump. "Say, Ted-chan, you're currently running for President, right? Say, how about I help you with that? After we get out of here, that is~ Nishishi!"
"You? You're a 17 year old boy, you don't know what life is about, Mr. Ouma. Please do not joke lightly regarding those topics, there is a lot at stake here." Ouma's eyes continued to lit up—he was getting more and more interested. "That may be true, Ted-chan, but you should know I am a Supreme Ruler, I have a couple of contacts you might deem useful. Who knows, maybe one who'll prove crucial to beat that orange baby, yeah?" "How do you know about that, Mr. Ouma? As far as I'm concerned, you're just a japanese high schooler from a terribly written videogame. You shouldn't know these topics." Ouma's malicious grin grew wider. "Oh, but I do. I'll help you out, under one condition." His playful yet sinister purple hues shifted towards the republican's crotch. "I think we can arrange something, nishishi~"
"Humph. Go mess with someone else. I have no time to play games with you, you little devil. You are a sniveling coward, you have done nothing but interrupt investigations and derail trials for your own pleasure. You almost got all of us killed more than once. Do not talk to me ever again." The Republican was visibly triggered now, and violently pushed the purple haired boy from his way. "Ooooh, Ted-chan, don't say that, I just wanted to see your ochinchin!" He pouted before bursting into a malicious laugh. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed! Is your dick tiny?! I bet it is, nishishi~!" At this point he just wanted Ted's attention. It was at that moment that Ted lost his mind. He quickly grabbed a knife he had concealed in his wonderfully enigmatic republican crotch, and stabbed repeteadly Ouma to death. "You little fucker! Die!" Ouma let out screams of pain and pleasure, the malicious grin never once leaving his face. "Ni…shi…shi…I knew you were just…another…shitty republican…Lying Ted-chan…I'll make sure…to vote…for Trump…you ugly bitch…!" Those were the last words Ouma muttered before falling into a permanent, sweet sleep. "Suck my dick, asshole." Ted Cruz threw his republican knife onto the supreme leader's still warm corpse, while pulling down his republican pants and letting out a republican fart on the other's visage. "I hope you like that, slut."
