[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Grey] && [@Altered Tundra]
[b]Themesong:[/b] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hm7vnOC4hoY]Last Resort[/url] - Papa Roach[hr][hr]
Donald Trump wasn't exactly sure what was happening anymore - not that he ever knew what was happening in the first place - and so he stood in place, running his hands through his ginger hair. He hummed "Do You Wanna Build a Wall?" to himself while one of his would-be supporters conversed with the former President. All the while, he thought of ways to return to the socialist back to the grave.

It was the blue had caught his attention, followed by the sight of a gorilla the size of a skyscraper. Trump's eyes went wide - he knew that gorilla. It was Harambe. Harambe was popular among his supporters and also popular among his rival's supporters. There was outcry for Harambe that luckily led to no gun debate. Trump had no quarrels with Harambe or his death for that matter, but he could not help but to wonder what the now omnipotent gorilla wanted. Was this prophet out to get kid? 

[i]No.[/i]

The last thing that Trump needed was another rival. He already had the forefather and the heir of the McDonald legacy to compete with. Then again, he had already defeated the zodiac killer and a socialist Jew. Trump was cutthroat and maybe not quite as bad as a Clinton, but he still wanted to get kid. He needed to get kid.

He stopped playing with his ginger hair and focused his attention on Ronald McDonald, "I am future president of the United States, Donald Trump. And I am out to get kid."