1. Donald walked steadily into the debate break room. Would Joe still think of him after this election? Of course he would, even if he lost. The thought of losing Joe made Donald's heart race. He sat down in an empty chair and waited for his beloved Joe. 10 minutes passed, and the door swung open. Donald's heart skipped a beat. "Joe?" He asked, trying to play it cool. He looked behind him, only to see a woman instead of Joe. Donald gasped. "Wh-Who are you?" "I'm Kamala Harris, Joe's assistant." 2. "Joe's.... a-assistant?" Donald gaped. "Yes, I'm the vice president and I'm running for president instead of President Biden." She responded. Donald stared at Harris blankly. This wasn't the plan. He was supposed to debate with Joe, the beloved love of his life, and tell HIM how Springfield was eating the dogs! He was supposed to glare at JOE during the break! This couldn't be happening! "Y-You... You stole Joe's place!" Donald's fist tightened. "Um... Excuse me?" Kamala looked at Donald. 3. "I c-can't believe you would d-do such a thing!!" Donald sobbed, falling onto the floor and pooping his pants. "Oh my goodness.... Um..." Harris looked around, not knowing what to do. Donald's temper tantrum only lasted a second longer, and he jumped right up again. He shoved Harris, who looked at him like he was crazy. "You took Joe away from me!! You will pay for this!!!!!" Kamala looked around and saw a sword. Donald saw the same. Both picked up their swords, and began dueling! 4. The duel was vibrant and brilliant! Both candidates fighting like lions over the last piece of zebra! Cling! Clank! Suddenly, Donald stopped. He saw something in Harris's eyes. Something he could never forget. He dropped his sword and fell on his knees. "A-Are you.... Is th-that...... Can it b-be?? J-Joe??" Donald stuttered. Kamala raised an eyebrow, confused. "Uh, pardon??" "You both.... have that same look in your eyes. You must be Joe...... You must be........" Harris coughed. "Excuse me?" 5. "I believe you are mistaken." Kamala looked away, still pointing her sword at Donald. "Don't lie to me, Joe. I know you're in there." Harris lowered her sword. She had to find something to look at other then Donald. "Mr. Trump, the debate is starting soon-" Kamala said shakily as Donald got to his feet. "Joe." "I think we're on soon, Mr. Tru-" "Joe." "MR. TRUMP! Please let go of my hand!!" "JOE!!!!!!!" The entire room became silent as Kamala finally locked eyes with Donald. His eyes twinkled. 6. Donald held tight to Kamala's hand, making sure it was really Joe. He looked deep into her eyes. "Donald, I would have to ask you to let go." Kamala finally pried Donald's fingers off of hers, looking disgusted. "Joe... It's been so long since you've called me Donald." "Mr. Trump, I-" "Do you remember when we were young!! You used to always call me Donald..... What changed?" Donald said, teary eyed. Kamala looked away. "I..... I grew up. It's time you do the same." Kamala began walking away. 7. "WAIT!!! JOE!!!" Donald practically screeched. Kamala stopped. She looked back at him as he breathed heavily. This was just like the first time Joe left. "Joe.... I..... I miss you so much..." "Donald, you-" "I was going to tell you about how Springfield was eating the dogs!!" "Donald..." "A-And.... we were going to argue over stupid things, just like last debate!!! And-" "DONALD." His face swept up to meet hers. She grabbed his hand and looked up into his sparkling eyes. "Donald......" 8. Kamala put her hand on Trump's chest and smiled. She then pulled off her mask, revealing.... Joe. Donald's eye's lit up. "JOE!! YOU'RE HERE!!" "Yes I am... Donald." Joe wrapped his arms around Donald and the two of them shared the most passionate kiss ever, just like when they were young. "Why did you hide?" Donald whispered as they pulled back. Joe giggled and kissed Donald again. "Because you're so cute when you're mad." THE END
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