Trump, eyes gleaming with eternal malice, looked out upon his vast empire. Out from his 50 metre tall stainless glass windows. To the left of him were a group of dirty orphans trying to eat some rocks for breakfast. To the right a group of men were working on a solid gold statue of Emperor Trump.
Donald smiled to himself as he remembered how far he gone since he had become President. Managing to change the constitution with the help of his Republican worshipers in both the Congress and the senate. Making it so that he could be President for more than just two terms. Changing it from 'President' to 'Emperor'. Crushing any dissent with his own private army. Blood of the innocent seeping down the city streets. Renovating the white house to make a 10,000 room mega mansion for himself.
And now he was on the verge of invading Canada. The first step into total world domination with his bestie Putin. Life for Trump sure was good.
His reminisces were interrupted by a sharp knock at the door.
"Come in." Trump said.
It was his butler Jeeves. A short balding man with downcast grey eyes. Of course his name wasn't really Jeeves. It was Simon, but Trump made him change it when he first hired him decades ago.
"Sorry to disturb you your Majesty, but there is an orphan here to see you." Said Jeeves, bowing reverentially to his master.
"For the last time I don't want to see any dirty orphans, Jeeves!" Exclaimed Trump still looking out of his window.
"He says he has intel on Canada. Also this was part of the deal when you sold your soul to Satan. You have to meet one orphan a year."
"Pfft, I get that intel from twitter. And the devil? He's just a cucked democrap." Trump said, turning around and smiling maliciously at his butler. "But let's bring this pathetic street urchin in for a bit. Only five minutes. I've got to give a sermon on the dangers of equality."
Jeeves, nodding, went outside to fetch the dirty orphan. A fourteen year old lad. Clothes torn and a face weary worn.
"What's your name, lad?" Demanded Trump.
"Aidan." Said the orphan in a hesitating voice.
"And what do you want?"
"I've come here to ask for some food."
"Food? What do you want that for?"
"Well it's for me and my fellow orphans your majesty. We're all starving. Rocks aren't just doing it anymore."
Trump looked at this orphan with disgust he usually reserved for well....orphans. The cheek of that disgusting degenerate asking Emperor Trump for food! Kids these days didn't know how lucky they had it. Back when Trump was a kid he had to put with the steaks from only the second best cows in America! And now these orphans were asking him for food. He should have thrown that fucking cunt to the wolves. Watch them tear his flesh apart with their teeth. What fun that would be! But he wanted to think for a bit. Besides, he could always throw one of his servants to the wolves later.
Silence reigned for a few seconds. Even the hearts of eternal hope froze. Finally, he was ready. Taking a deep breath, Trump began to talk.
"How dare you ask me for food you pathetic pack of shit. What gives you the right to come into my house with your dirty fucking feet and demand me for food? You are nothing. A mere nobody. So get the fuck out of my fucking house you fucking shit before I fucking throw you out!" Screamed Trump. Spit flying everywhere.
"But please, your majesty. Just one slice of bread. Come on, it's Christmas day." Aidan said, eyes tearful and pleading.
"I SAY WHEN IT IS CHRISTMAS!" Yelled Trump. His anger, which he had tried to hold in when meeting this awful orphan, had finally reached its limit.
Picking up Aidan with one hand, Trump threw him out of the 50 meter window. From a height of hundreds of meters. Glass smashing and spirits crashing.
"Your family will pay for my broken window you freak." Yelled Trump to Aidan as the latter fell to his demise as a soon to be bloody corpse.
"Oh boy wait until Putin hears about this at tonight's sleepover!"