It's tough business meeting with other countries. It'll either go extremely well, or extremely bad. The countries gathered here today are the United States and North Korea. On the left is Donald Trump, who is on a rant about the dangers of North Korea developing nuclear bombs. On the right is Kim Jong Un, who's staring into a handheld mirror admiring his haircut.
"Let's make a deal, Kim. No more nuclear bombs, and we won't see you as a threat" Donald Trump states.
"But I like my bombs."
"Well I like being safe. So does my nation."
"But.. I want bombs."
"I don't want your bombs."
"Oh, you know you want my bombs.."
Kim Jong Un flashes a flirtatious wink in Donald Trump's direction, followed by a smooch.
Donald Trump's cheeks begin to darken slightly, his orange tone turning more of a salmon color.
"Come on, Donald.. who doesn't enjoy a little risk?"
"Well.."
Donald Trump fake coughs, looking away shyly.
"Get that sweet sassy molasses over here..."
Donald Trump obliges, awkwardly shuffling over towards Kim Jong Un.
Kim leans in for a kiss, wrapping his pudgy arms around Donald as Donald lifts his leg. They go in for a dip, just before Donald switches them around.
"Take me away, rocket man..."
