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Trump is thrown into the coronavirus
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TRUMP VS. CORONAVIRUS


ANNOTATION


The President of the United States Donald trump died of Coronavirus. And the all-powerful Goddess of Gods Emmanuel sent him to the universe inside the king of Coronaviruses. There he took possession of the body of the great leader and future prophet of the new world religion. Donald trump is raising an army, confidently fighting for the throne and creating a new religion.


. PROLOGUE


Donald trump, as a young man, was now forced to kneel before the all-Powerful Mother of the Gods, Emmanuel. And kiss this beauty's bare feet. Which, however, is more of a pleasure than a humiliation.


The young man trump kissed the eternally young girl with a hairstyle that shone with all the colors of the rainbow, and said:


"I am glad to serve you forever, Goddess of the Gods!"


Emmanuelle nodded and grabbed the young President's nose with her bare fingers, and yanked, growling:


"Be my slave!" And then humanity will have a chance of salvation! The first artifact is a mouse, you got it! The second is a bull! And you will experience adventures in another world… Where my only-begotten Son Sfero Catastrophes will send you.


Donald the young man answered with a sad smile:


"Well?" I'm ready!


Then there was the blond boy in shorts. It was as if he were descending an invisible ladder through the air. With each step, the demiurge boy's bare feet rattled like a giant sledgehammer hitting iron.


Donald trump flinched. A harmless-looking boy of about thirteen was Satan Himself and the Father of universal evil. But he looked more perky and careless than angry.


The Devil boy suddenly appeared next to trump and took him by the chin with his bare toes and threw him into the air.


The young President whirled in the atmosphere like a bundle.


And Sfero Catastrophes laughed and answered:


– I am the Father of evil, and Satan himself!


And the boy bounced like a ball on the surface of the planet, which grew in size. And trump kept spinning. He was tossed like a feather in the air.


It looked very funny. Although the former us President is not laughing.


Yes, this is a very extravagant way to fight for world domination, when you are circled by the air waves of what is a young Devil. Although it is possible that Sphero Catastrophes are older than the sun.


Suddenly, Donald trump's twisting stopped. And he was on a harder surface. The demiurge girl shouted at her son, Satan.


– Well, you take it easy, not to hurt the former President, but the President.


Goddess, casting a glance at the planet where the soul of the US President and doctor of Finance Donald trump returned from. Recorded in his multi-hiperrealismo the head, a different kind of movement. The bare toes of her feet clicked, and the steel-spiked armadas transformed. How many outbreaks, deaths and bloody fountains are thrown out by a flock of hyenas that have escaped from the red-hot hypertitane cells of Hades-huge and flaming with energy. The Creator of worlds and who gave Birth to the Devil of all creation, the all-powerful Joker Sfero Catastrophova with pleasure clicked the tongue that flew out of her mouth, long as a whip and glittering with rubies:


– This time, you managed to play a game in favor of your bet in the Holy fight against the Coronavirus. Before that, the chances of America and all of humanity to defeat the Coronavirus only decreased. – Girl-Creator unkindly, as if unsatisfied with the sacrifice of the goddess Kali grinned-I Especially liked-how you in the flesh of a boy created a feat-passed both fire and water and copper pipes! The dazzlingly beautiful Goddess girl stamped her bare foot and continued. – You're not afraid of a garnet telling jokes. What kind of courage does it take? – The goddess lit up her head as if made up of the most beautiful stars with a dazzling crown. But with a very naive smile of a girl, in a sly tone, she asked her all-powerful partner and Son, Satan, a youngster. – Maybe the Greatest Sfero Catastrophists will have to give the billionaire President not a huge force?


The demiurge boy chuckled,


" we don't interfere in the course of history. But the people themselves, with our help, can redraw everything. So the situation is under control.


Kid-Creator, probably many quintillion universes and more laws of the universe have revised the Devil that makes life more interesting and scary, changed the landscape, and they turned out in the tundra with deep lying snow.


D and the goddess in sable fur coats on a luxurious sled, and the boy-demiurge and the Devil barefoot and in shorts raced through the snow. And, judging by how quickly his feet turned red, the boy Sfero is really cold. Several more very beautiful girls in bikinis apparently decided to share a marathon with the infernal deity, flashing elegant bare, girlish heels.


The Creator girl remarked,


" the Eternal boy Satan will never grow up. He always nobly gives his opponent a chance.


The boy-demiurge Sfero, grinning like a tiger-added:


– and I always keep my word... Lucifer's word is law, and I am like Prometheus the bearer of light!


The snow was replaced by hot coals, over which a barefooted Tomboy raced. Fire dust rose with every step he took. Children's feet were red from a good frost, blackened with soot and covered with small blisters. Sfero Catastrophov winced at the pain in his eyes and smiled with a mouth full of gleaming teeth.


Surprised young man Donald trump asked, not understanding the meaning of this self-torture:


– why is he frying his heels?


The goddess giggled, and a starship appeared in the sky, a disk-shaped battleship the size of half of new York. And in the hands of the demiurge girl there was a twenty-five-barrel gun with a cool-cut hologram. After what so answered:


– will Power itself trains! And most importantly, everything is honest-human flesh... The pain is the most natural.


After that, the demiurge warrior lupanula from a multi-barrelled shotgun.


A beam of its own light, hue, and configuration shot out from each muzzle. On their way, these streams in some places of length gained brightness to dazzling, in others, on the contrary, dimmed.


And when the flagship-battleship hit... At first, the giant with a diameter of a hundred kilometers shriveled and deformed, and then how it will explode!


A supernova broke out in the orbit of a planet so similar to earth... Gravity waves and a hyperplasmic tsunami hit the surface of a populated sublunar planet.


This is when lava pours out from above, from which huge skyscrapers for many hundreds of floors instantly melt, turning into photons. They give out thin squeaks, many millions of instantly burned natives of the planet Tuk. They even had time to be afraid of it, and the pain signal doesn't have time to reach the brain. It's just that the carnivore instantly went off in a firework display. Sfero Catastrophes also flew there, along with the terminator girl.


Donald trump, though not a Saint himself, still couldn't resist reading a moral:


– Well, aren't you ashamed? You destroyed an entire planet on a whim!


In response, the pair responded in unison, so much so that the quasi-crystal vacuum cracked, spreading out into many fragments:


"Only the planet! – And a deafening laugh in response. – Look at how we create big universes and play there!


The demiurge girl, along with the Catastrophist boy-deity and the Devil, instantly moved: they showed Donald Trump a new universe that they just managed to concoct.


From the side of the goddess Emmanuel, like cakes from the oven, only in billions and trillions of stars of various types popped out, with only one feature: different types of cars and trucks with the wings of living creatures and butterflies with cheesecake wheels.


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