The Great Googliani

Although Mike knew that he had no choice, he was still hesitant. This guy was Donald's secret weapon, and frankly, he's always been jealous that his sexy beast would even look twice at another man. Then he remembered what Donald would say to him...

"I never had feelings for the guy and I still don't. He's like a wizard or something, but he's ejaculated at least 4 times while sitting next to me, at least. And you know what? I didn't think it was fair to you, Mike," Donald explained, "Very unfair, very unfair."

"Excuse me, sir?"

"The point is, I only have eyes for you and only you. Nothing's going to stand in the way of that, not even the fake news media who have done so much dishonest reporting they should only get awards in fiction," he said.

Mike always believed his Donny, but later he realized that he told him one lie: that he only had eyes for him. Maybe if Mike saved him, he could win back Donald. He thought about how Donald would say such sweet words to him and his waddle would jiggle. With that thought in mind, he headed for the front door and grabbed his coat before stepping outside.

Someone broke into his car and shit on the seats, so Mike had to walk all the way to Chuck E Cheese in 30 degree weather. The sun was almost near the horizon, which meant he would have to walk home in the dark. Maybe he could call Steve Bannon and ask him for a ride - that is if Steve was able to escape the portal that connected the demon's world to the human's. He thought it would be a good idea to summon the devil so that Donald could use him to take over Canada, but Steve went in and never came back.

After half an hour of walking, Mike came upon the Chuck E Cheese. It was closed and the staff left the animatronics out on the window display, which sent a shiver up his spine. They were staring at him with big, empty eyes. He wasn't sure why they creeped them out, he's met Jeb Bush. Suddenly, one of the automations moved... then out came the man himself.

Something was smeared all over his wrinkled face and he seemed to be more hunched over than usual. His suit was in tatters and his hairy stomach popped out from below his once white button down and was hanging over his belt. He looked rabid, which was nothing new. He smiled, revealing 3 rotten front teeth, and left the display from a hole in the glass.

Mike took a deep breath as the man waddled his way towards him. The smell was starting to hit his nose: the strong scent of shoe polish and fresh compost. "Rudy."

"I'm glad you came." Rudy extended his red, chapped hand. "Come with me."

When Mike took Rudy's hand, he felt Donald's disapproving eyes, but this was all for him. After he becomes president again, Mike wouldn't have to hold Rudy's hand ever again. Rudy lead him behind the Chuck E Cheese, past piles of garbage bags that looked like they were arranged to make a shelter. Behind a large pile sat a familiar figure. Mike never thought he'd be happy to see him. At the same time, he was afraid. Almost as afraid as when he attended an anti-gay rally and he almost called Donald Trump his prince. If Rudy could get someone like this out of the literal depths of hell, then what else could he do?

"Steve... how did you get out?"

To be continued...