We arrived in the heart of Hong Kong on our jet packs.
Trump's hair was going all over the place.
He was good like that.
'Let's just get this mission done.'
Trump knew a good opportunity when he saw one.
And so did Rocketman, who had an Elton John get up.
It was nearing 5 pm, the perfect time for protestors to reach the evening news.
Gas canisters were flying all over the place, water tanks were drenching protestors and the Triad were attacking anyone remotely against the government with batons, umbrellas and flick knives.
'This has to end,' said Trump, who looked glorious on his jet pack.
Some people came in with chariots, not Trump.
'The fucker,' he said, as he kicked a Triad in the head as he reached the subway, which was the hot spot.
Rocket Man was doing his thing too.
He kicked anyone he could, he wasn't discriminating like that.
Being from North Korea, at least he was consistent.
'Is that Trump,' one demonstrator said.
'Is that Rocketman,' said another.
Obviously, the Chinese president had been informed of the operation and he quickly arrived on a jetpack.
The media honed in on us.
Trump landed.
'Now you just shut your mouth.'
That got the local women all worked up.
Many were saying, 'I take you home, eat mon's fish ball soup.'
Then Rocketman spoke.
'There will be no extradition. There will be no censoring of the web.'
The protestors applauded.
Hope was the anthem of this demonstration now.
'Just go home,' said the Chinese President, 'And by tomorrow, every citizen of Hong Kong will be given an immediate US $1000 injection and a pledge to what you fucking want and when you want to fucking do it.'
CNN, BBC, Al Jazeera, and South China Morning Post were all here, and then a stringer from the New York Times arrived, 'What the fuck is this shit!!!"
'Five, four,' said the Chinese president,' he was counting down and said if everyone hadn't vanished by the count of one second, the offer would be nullified.
And before you could say dim sim or fried rice, the materialist and hedonistic Hong Kongnese were gone, vanished, puff, just like that.
The Chinese could afford the payment.
They couldn't afford unrest in Hong Kong.
'Not if they want to take Taiwan,' said Trump, who by all accounts, had just trumped both Rocketman and the Chinese President.
'This is going to win them the election,' said Max, who suggested we tip Elfie and Nova some more.
'What, wasn't losing a million dollars at the table enough,' said Jack.
"Not if you want to fuck my pussy and make me squirt,' said both Elfie and Nova, who saw the implications of our actions.
Yes, the hard-working sexy maids of Indonesia would still be able to moonlight at the night clubs of Hong Kong, without fear of reprisals from either the Triad or the Chinese government.
The Tiananmen Sq. Umbrella movement had been put on hold, just for now, and Trump was very pleased with our efforts.
'20' here we come,' he said, at a White House brief,' and for good measure, I might have Julian Assange as head of my campaign team.'
Trump's hair was going all over the place.
He was good like that.
'Let's just get this mission done.'
Trump knew a good opportunity when he saw one.
And so did Rocketman, who had an Elton John get up.
It was nearing 5 pm, the perfect time for protestors to reach the evening news.
Gas canisters were flying all over the place, water tanks were drenching protestors and the Triad were attacking anyone remotely against the government with batons, umbrellas and flick knives.
'This has to end,' said Trump, who looked glorious on his jet pack.
Some people came in with chariots, not Trump.
'The fucker,' he said, as he kicked a Triad in the head as he reached the subway, which was the hot spot.
Rocket Man was doing his thing too.
He kicked anyone he could, he wasn't discriminating like that.
Being from North Korea, at least he was consistent.
'Is that Trump,' one demonstrator said.
'Is that Rocketman,' said another.
Obviously, the Chinese president had been informed of the operation and he quickly arrived on a jetpack.
The media honed in on us.
Trump landed.
'Now you just shut your mouth.'
That got the local women all worked up.
Many were saying, 'I take you home, eat mon's fish ball soup.'
Then Rocketman spoke.
'There will be no extradition. There will be no censoring of the web.'
The protestors applauded.
Hope was the anthem of this demonstration now.
'Just go home,' said the Chinese President, 'And by tomorrow, every citizen of Hong Kong will be given an immediate US $1000 injection and a pledge to what you fucking want and when you want to fucking do it.'
CNN, BBC, Al Jazeera, and South China Morning Post were all here, and then a stringer from the New York Times arrived, 'What the fuck is this shit!!!"
'Five, four,' said the Chinese president,' he was counting down and said if everyone hadn't vanished by the count of one second, the offer would be nullified.
And before you could say dim sim or fried rice, the materialist and hedonistic Hong Kongnese were gone, vanished, puff, just like that.
The Chinese could afford the payment.
They couldn't afford unrest in Hong Kong.
'Not if they want to take Taiwan,' said Trump, who by all accounts, had just trumped both Rocketman and the Chinese President.
'This is going to win them the election,' said Max, who suggested we tip Elfie and Nova some more.
'What, wasn't losing a million dollars at the table enough,' said Jack.
"Not if you want to fuck my pussy and make me squirt,' said both Elfie and Nova, who saw the implications of our actions.
Yes, the hard-working sexy maids of Indonesia would still be able to moonlight at the night clubs of Hong Kong, without fear of reprisals from either the Triad or the Chinese government.
The Tiananmen Sq. Umbrella movement had been put on hold, just for now, and Trump was very pleased with our efforts.
'20' here we come,' he said, at a White House brief,' and for good measure, I might have Julian Assange as head of my campaign team.'
