"FOR WHAT PURPOSE" screamed the German commander, still entombed in the crusty email exterior. "WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN TO ME?"
Po the fat panda rushed right-the-fuck in, and then hung his head. In a noose. One thousand burning buildings later—and a lot of raping/pillaging—Stalin finished the enormous sculpture perched on his desk. It was made of clay, rough and callused. It depicted a man covered in a large cloak carrying a broomstick that was made out of smaller versions of the sculpture. Stalin would later resolve to piece together a new form of Russian Government. The Kay Gee Bee.
Donald Trump pointed his finger into the sky, and a massive golden column of light issued from the fingertip. It punctured through a large clutter of clouds and bursted through the atmosphere. The enormous spear rushed across the mind-boggling banner of space, and struck the surface of Mars. It kicked up a large cloud of dust as it rammed through the planet, and was then skewered upon the cosmic line of light. It connected with the next planet, Jupiter, then so on, until six planets were connected on the prodigious pipe of energy. Donald, using his super-duper powers, swung the large javelined cluster of land spheres. The cosmic face of Mitt Romney blended in with the cosmos, but the lights from the shish-kebab of celestial orbs illuminated his money-craving mug. The cosmic object crossed the space between the Solar System and Mitt Romney, and smacked the politician in his face. The force was so incredible that it elicited an enormous nebula of flesh and blood to rip from his face. Mitt's look of complacence turned to fear as his astral hiding was revealed. All would know his position now, and he wouldn't be able to escape. Just like me.