Big smile! Big Smile!

“I am just saying what everyone is thinking,” Donald moaned. “Why are people so mean to me?”

“I don’t know, Donald,” Donald’s hat said. “They are probably just jealous of your genius and your money and you gorgeousness.”

“And your hair,” Donald’s hair said. The hat snorted in disgust.

“Everyone hates Mexicans, right? I mean, they are filthy and rapey and smell like old corn. Everyone knows this. I just want to keep them out of the country. I just want to keep the country pure.”

“Of course, Donald,” his hat said.

“And Muslims. Everybody hates Muslims, right? Everyone knows they all want to kill us. Every single one of them. Why can’t I keep them out? Why can’t I be the big brave dog that barks at them to keep them out of our yard?”

“You will be, Donald,” the hat said. “Only you are smart enough to know that they all want to kill us. Letting them walk around is just like putting a gun to your head and pulling the trigger.”

“Jesus,” the hair mumbled.

“Shut the fuck up, twat. I’m running the show now. Listening to you let that mumbling retard doctor rise in the polls,” the hat hissed.

“Nobody knows how hard it’s been on me,” Donald whispered. “What a struggle it has been.”

“Wouldn’t it be nice to just burn all your troubles away?” the hat asked.

“Burn?” Donald asked.

“Fire is clean,” the hat said. “Fire is pure. Fire tempers out the weakness in even steel. We have to make America strong again. Make it great again.”

“Do you even know what you are starting?” asked the hair.

“I said shut up. I have the morons on my side now, those too weak to see that they will be next. They will do what I say,” the hat said, its brim gleaming in the far off light of the sunrise.

“Burn,” Donald whispered. “Burn. Burn. Burn. They’ll all burn.”

Tedco Rubiruz

"This doesn't make me a faggot!' Ted screamed as Marco rammed his penis into him again and again.

"No. You're my faggot, Ted. I'm making you my faggot. I'm going to fuck you inside-out," Marco moaned. He pulled his penis out and spit into Ted's gape. He made The Silent Duck with his right hand and pulled Ted's asshole on like a tight glove.

"Oh, Gawd, Marco! Oh Gawd! I feel like I'm taking every shit I ever took in reverse! Oh Gawd! Oh Gawd! Oh Gawd! I want to fuck Jesus!" Ted let out an animal howl as Marco sank into him up to his tanned, Latino elbow.

"I can feel what you had for lunch, you spicy little bitch," Marco crooned. He pulled out his arm and smacked Ted in the face, leaving a black and bloody smear.

"Lick it clean, you fat fuck. Or I stick down your throat and tear out your heart," Marco said. At the first run of Ted's tongue down his forearm, Marco's cock vomited chunky semen on Ted's tits. But Ted began to cry.

"What is it, mi corazon? Did I hurt you?" Marco asked. Ted's entire body began to shake. Marco peppered his face with kisses.

"Please, please tell me what is wrong," Marco begged, tears in his voice.

"I'm just so afraid, Marco," Ted blubbered, snot streaming from his nose.

"Ted. Calm down, Ted. There aren't any transgendered people here," Marco whispered, running his hands through Ted's greasy, thinning hair.

"Their penis-pocket dresses are rustling. I can hear them with my special ears," Ted whispered. He curled his doughy dadbod into a tight fetal shape and began to suck his thumb.