Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Kripp, my son
It is the year 2016, the Paparrian waits patiently outside Kripp's
Sellout Castle. The butler, Trump, opens the door and bows, "His Grace
will see you now." Trump brings the Papa into Kripp's throne room, where
he sits on a jeweled throne with the Succubus. "Kripp, my son," begins
the Papa, but Trump interrupts, "You must pay to speak."
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