Marco's POV
It's almost time to go to the debate. I gotta win this shit. I buttoned my shirt and tightened my belt, looking in the mirror. My damn hair is a mess and I don't even want to bother fixing it. Don's gonna win. There basically no point. I just want to fix the country. I don't get it. I grabbed a comb and put my brown hair in place. The TV blared in the other room, playing a commercial for the debate. A picture of Ted popped up. He's kinda cute.... wait what. I'm not gay. I promise. Anyway. I put a red tie on and that stupid American pin we all wear. Even Ted, and he's Canadian. They say Canadians are nice, but Ted doesn't really hold up to that stereotype.I wonder how he is in bed. ..... I'm not gay. I promise. Sorry, I repeated my self. I can't have that shit with the cunt from New Jersey happen again. I better get going.
Ted's POV
Ted, we gotta win this.
Thanks, Brain. No shit. I gotta beat these American whores so I can unite the US and Canada for one super country. Let's get to this damn debate.
Daddy Don's POV
I pulled my fat suit on and then my shirt, pants, and suit jacket. I grabbed the mask, worth about 500 dollars for how much work was put into it. The hair was perfect, in a sense I guess because it's the ugliest blond and the fucking weirdest shape. The mouth looks like a damn ass hole and the orange creamsicle tan is perfect. I pulled the mask on and looked in the mirror. I almost forgot to put on the hands to cover my darker ones. I have small hands so no one questions it. I hope Donald is enjoying his time on his private island..... and by private i mean deserted ahaaAHHAHAahaha! [bobby jindal 2016]
