Daddy tried to make the ultimate power move and cockslapped the intern who was typing it, causing her to panic and mistype. She dreaded what would happen next, as Donald held his foreskin in his hand. Yes, he held it. He had been recently circumcised, supposedly to improve relations with Israel but really it was a desperate move to once again try to fuck his daughter, having realized that she had become a true believer in the Jewish faith. But Donald was a sentimental man, who couldn’t just throw away his foreskin, and besides it made a great sweatband. Oh, that’s right, a sweatband. Because Trump’s cock was only 1.5 inches long, yet had a circumference of over 9 inches. He didn’t cockslap the intern as much as he battering rammed her. smashing her whole body into the desk, before he slipped his foreskin around her neck, and began to choke her, but before he could ejaculate, he ran out of breath and had to release her. It was for the best, as she was the last person alive besides The Mooch who knew his twitter password, and Trump had no way of contacting him ever since John Kelly had thrown out the post-it with Mooch’s flip-phone number on it. Trump paused for a moment, thinking about his old associate, and wondered what he would have done to Bezos if he had still been in the White House. Perhaps he would mandated the Postal Service only ship Amazon packages using tissues recovered from teenage boyss bedrooms’ as the padding, or maybe even initiate a program to mandate all dreamers become postal workers, who would show up at doors with a gun in their hand, offering it to the first person who opened the door. They would stare into each other’s eyes, and each dreamer’s fate would be determined right then or there, by a true American. Fuck jury duty, this was what being an American was all about. Yes, Trump realized, forgetting that he had just moments ago nearly snuffed an intern out of rage at old Bozo at Amazon, he would announce his plan for the dreamers to Congress at once.