"Can you feel the burn now Bernie?"
Bernie was crawling on the ground, his body battered his will exhausted. Donald trump stood over him like a king to a peasant with smug pride on his face.
"Did You really think you could stump the trump? The ball is my court!"
Trump violently kicks Bernie in the gut
Bernie lets out a painful scream
" just like that hag Hillary I'll make sure you don't make it to Iowa, you see it's time the world got a real leader someone who is strong in the real way. Your campaign is a joke socialism is just a cheap tactic to make weak millennials stronger"
Trump pulls out a nickel plated revolver out of his wig, on the side of the gun engraved in comic sans reads"you're fired"
"My trump card"
Bernie's vision was distorted he was weak his head on a swivel, every breath he took felt shorter and shorter. He look up staring into the barrel of the gun he was ready to accept his fate.
He looked up one last time trump was as pale as a ghost his arms stiffly at his sides the gun slowly fell out of his hands. He suddenly noticed a giant spear sticking out of trumps chest and suddenly poof….
Nothing was left but a hair piece, Bernie looked up and saw it become inclosed in a pink bubble, the wounds he had gotten where getting the best of him he was slowly seeing black. Before he passed out he saw standing over him a tall pale figure it's facial features were hard to make out but it warmly reminded him of a beautiful bird, Bernie closed his eyes.