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Better yet, get the children
what the fuck is this hell and why have i been dragged into it
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Trump's denial of his true feelings was c-cute. But do you know what else was cute? The fact that the British believed in taxation without representation. Also that Donald thought he could get kid. But before he could discipline this wench, he heard the name.
McLovin.
Jefferson quickly turned to the barely legal male and grabbed both of his shoulders, locking his eagle eyes upon the glasses guy. "Are you of the line of the American folk hero, Ronald McDonald?" he asked before slamming his hands on the ground, an occult Masonic symbol expanding around the two individuals. The debris around began to float, the symbol began to glow, and a triangle shone around his right eye as he began to intone the ancient spell used by the Illuminated Magicians, the very same spell that engraved America's superiority upon the world during the First Revolutionary War of 1776 and granted the American presidency its infinite power passed down by the will of the people.
The occult Masonic symbol erupted into a firework fanfare of the three sacred colors: red, white and B l u e. The fireworks began to coalesce on to McLovin's form, wreathing him in a cloak of stars and stripes. And as sheer patriotism burned into his crux, imbuing power into the patriot, the shade of the great hero appeared. The white clown of gold and red. The man who freed all bellies of belts with low-cost, high-calorie food.
Ronald of McDonald.
Trump's denial of his true feelings was c-cute. But do you know what else was cute? The fact that the British believed in taxation without representation. Also that Donald thought he could get kid. But before he could discipline this wench, he heard the name.
McLovin.
Jefferson quickly turned to the barely legal male and grabbed both of his shoulders, locking his eagle eyes upon the glasses guy. "Are you of the line of the American folk hero, Ronald McDonald?" he asked before slamming his hands on the ground, an occult Masonic symbol expanding around the two individuals. The debris around began to float, the symbol began to glow, and a triangle shone around his right eye as he began to intone the ancient spell used by the Illuminated Magicians, the very same spell that engraved America's superiority upon the world during the First Revolutionary War of 1776 and granted the American presidency its infinite power passed down by the will of the people.
"I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE
TO THE FLAG
OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
AND TO THE REPUBLIC
FOR WHICH IT STANDS
ONE NATION
UNDER GOD
INDIVISIBLE
WITH LIBERTY
AND JUSTICE
FOR
ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
TO THE FLAG
OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
AND TO THE REPUBLIC
FOR WHICH IT STANDS
ONE NATION
UNDER GOD
INDIVISIBLE
WITH LIBERTY
AND JUSTICE
FOR
ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The occult Masonic symbol erupted into a firework fanfare of the three sacred colors: red, white and B l u e. The fireworks began to coalesce on to McLovin's form, wreathing him in a cloak of stars and stripes. And as sheer patriotism burned into his crux, imbuing power into the patriot, the shade of the great hero appeared. The white clown of gold and red. The man who freed all bellies of belts with low-cost, high-calorie food.
Ronald of McDonald.
Nominating #FreeArcaneUnit for memeship
@Cynder
Trump tried so hard. Trump got so far. But in the end, it didn't even matter. The godly thunder of Benjamin Franklin pierced Trump's defensive bulwark as easily as smallpox eradicated the Native American population, shattering the ground of the hospital behind it. However instead of unleashing another one of his Hidden Presidential Techniques, Jefferson stomped over to Trump and slapped him in the face like a pimp to a particularly unfaithful side ho.
"YOU FOOL!" Jefferson screamed with the rage of the British following the Boston Tea Party and grabbed Trump by the collar. "HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHAT MAKES AMERICA GREAT!?!?!?!?!?!?" He looked to the particularly stick-like, bespectacled citizen that had appeared suddenly and referred to him as a racial slur of some sort - a 'gang-sta'. But he was white, so it was okay. Jefferson pointed at McLovin, staring intently into the eyes of that fool Trump. "THIS IS WHAT WE FIGHT FOR. THE AMERICAN PEOPLE."
Then Jefferson spread his arms wide, flexing all of his muscles and looking for all intents and purposes like the Christ crucified - simply more evidence to the truth that God had shed his grace upon America and upon him. His chiseled form, dreamy eyes, and the aura of America that surrounded it were almost blinding, completely rendering the hospital lights useless as a light source. Then, with the voice of all the Presidents, from now and to the future, he intoned:
"AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL - PARADOX OF IMPERIALISM, MANIFEST DESTINY!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Then there was a sacred flash as a wave of energy erupted from his body, consuming all in its wake. When the light faded, they were no longer in the hospital. Instead all around them were amber waves of grain and purple mountain majesties, alabaster cities gleamed in the horizon as a gargantuan American flag encompassed the sky. All of it stretched from sea to shining sea in this isolated world sphere. "DO YOU NOT SEE DONALD!?" Jefferson asked, gesturing around him as sweat made his deltoids shine like a mirror. "THIS IS MANIFEST DESTINY." He crouched in front of the candidate stared deeply into his eyes.
"The power of America comes not from industrial wall-building capability, but rather, the virtue, the mission, the destiny manifest of territorital expansion." He thrust his hand skyward. A beautiful eagle perched upon his hand. "To build a wall is to fear. To expand is to conquer, to liberate, to free those who would believe the lie that America is not the greatest goddamn countryin the world. This is the American man's burden." He touched Donald's heart with his fist. "Do you understand now, foolish candidate? To get kid is not simply to get kid. To get kid is the ultimate fate of America."
Jefferson soared into the sky, as majestic and boundless as the 13 eagles that had assembled around him in unison. There was another flash, and they were back in the hospital.
Trump tried so hard. Trump got so far. But in the end, it didn't even matter. The godly thunder of Benjamin Franklin pierced Trump's defensive bulwark as easily as smallpox eradicated the Native American population, shattering the ground of the hospital behind it. However instead of unleashing another one of his Hidden Presidential Techniques, Jefferson stomped over to Trump and slapped him in the face like a pimp to a particularly unfaithful side ho.
"YOU FOOL!" Jefferson screamed with the rage of the British following the Boston Tea Party and grabbed Trump by the collar. "HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHAT MAKES AMERICA GREAT!?!?!?!?!?!?" He looked to the particularly stick-like, bespectacled citizen that had appeared suddenly and referred to him as a racial slur of some sort - a 'gang-sta'. But he was white, so it was okay. Jefferson pointed at McLovin, staring intently into the eyes of that fool Trump. "THIS IS WHAT WE FIGHT FOR. THE AMERICAN PEOPLE."
Then Jefferson spread his arms wide, flexing all of his muscles and looking for all intents and purposes like the Christ crucified - simply more evidence to the truth that God had shed his grace upon America and upon him. His chiseled form, dreamy eyes, and the aura of America that surrounded it were almost blinding, completely rendering the hospital lights useless as a light source. Then, with the voice of all the Presidents, from now and to the future, he intoned:
"AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL - PARADOX OF IMPERIALISM, MANIFEST DESTINY!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Then there was a sacred flash as a wave of energy erupted from his body, consuming all in its wake. When the light faded, they were no longer in the hospital. Instead all around them were amber waves of grain and purple mountain majesties, alabaster cities gleamed in the horizon as a gargantuan American flag encompassed the sky. All of it stretched from sea to shining sea in this isolated world sphere. "DO YOU NOT SEE DONALD!?" Jefferson asked, gesturing around him as sweat made his deltoids shine like a mirror. "THIS IS MANIFEST DESTINY." He crouched in front of the candidate stared deeply into his eyes.
"The power of America comes not from industrial wall-building capability, but rather, the virtue, the mission, the destiny manifest of territorital expansion." He thrust his hand skyward. A beautiful eagle perched upon his hand. "To build a wall is to fear. To expand is to conquer, to liberate, to free those who would believe the lie that America is not the greatest goddamn countryin the world. This is the American man's burden." He touched Donald's heart with his fist. "Do you understand now, foolish candidate? To get kid is not simply to get kid. To get kid is the ultimate fate of America."
Jefferson soared into the sky, as majestic and boundless as the 13 eagles that had assembled around him in unison. There was another flash, and they were back in the hospital.
You know, I think I ship the characters of Thomas Jefferson and Donald Trump from the RP masterpiece called Get Kid
Name: Thomas Jefferson
Age: 1776
Gender: Male
Extra Information: A co-writer of the Declaration of Independence, a writ which states all Americans are obligated to life, liberty, and the pursuit of kid.
@Cynder
There were many things that Donald Trump needed to get. He needed to get that all American citizens were under the Divine Right known as the Constitution. He needed to get that Manifest Destiny did not mean building a wall to keep out undesirables. He needed to get that the power of a mundane shovel was not powerful enough to defeat his majestic form. But the thing he would assuredly not get
was kid.
"VRAHHHHHH!" Jefferson let's out a battle cry as the ghost of Andrew Jackson emerged from his torso, shielding Jefferrson from the Trump's mighty strike with Jackson's fearsome abdominal musculature. With the shovel deflected, Jefferson crouched down, lightning surging around him as a rod of lightning gathered in his hands. "O BEAUTIFUL FOR SPACIOUS SKIES - Divine Lightning, FRANKLIN BEAMUUUU!"
Jefferson casts his lightning rod at Donald Trump.
There were many things that Donald Trump needed to get. He needed to get that all American citizens were under the Divine Right known as the Constitution. He needed to get that Manifest Destiny did not mean building a wall to keep out undesirables. He needed to get that the power of a mundane shovel was not powerful enough to defeat his majestic form. But the thing he would assuredly not get
was kid.
"VRAHHHHHH!" Jefferson let's out a battle cry as the ghost of Andrew Jackson emerged from his torso, shielding Jefferrson from the Trump's mighty strike with Jackson's fearsome abdominal musculature. With the shovel deflected, Jefferson crouched down, lightning surging around him as a rod of lightning gathered in his hands. "O BEAUTIFUL FOR SPACIOUS SKIES - Divine Lightning, FRANKLIN BEAMUUUU!"
Jefferson casts his lightning rod at Donald Trump.
Donald Trump skidded down the hallways clutching his shovel. He knew he had to get kid and he knew he had to make kid great again. In order to make kid great again, he would have to win this race. Being stuck in the body of a Disney princess from 2013 wasn't exactly making this easy. But he was ready.
He would get kid.
The lights around Mr Trump flickered, and suddenly there was a shadow at the end of a corridor. There he stood, a lone sentinel. In his hand, a flag, billowing bravely in the dimly lit hallway. On his shoulder, an eagle, stalwart and steadfast. On Trump's mind, his name, his legacy, his identity:
Thomas Jefferson, 3rd President of the United States. A man of great power. A man who did not have sexual relations with a 14-year old slave. And a man who was out
to get kid.
"Our battle was fated." Jefferson declared, burying the flag into the ground and drawing a glock, the most American of all guns. "To allow a man such as you to get kid is something I, Thomas Jefferson, cannot abide by." He throws his petty coat to the side, revealing glistening muscles, well-oiled by the Invisible Hand of capitalism using oil from the Middle East.
He aims his glock at Donald Trump as his eyes glow with liberty. His body was channeling the congregate power of the United States, gathered through 44 US Presidencies. A red white and blue aura surrounds him as his eagle, Lincoln F. Washington, merges into his body, granting him majestic eagles wings.
Suddenly, he teleports behind Donald Trump. He's fast.
"Heh..." Jefferson sheathes his glock, "nothing personnel... kid..."
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