After I read the op I knew I had todo something about Italy reclaim alpha of kmc status. I got behind the wheel of my car and drove to the nearest underground trump rally. I burst into the room with my Avenatti T-shirt on.
Immediatelyi lock eyes with 3 cucks who were looking down because they just sensed I was a great white and this was my ocean. The school of cucks(fish remember it is an ocean) ran toward the exit but I came prepared. I barred all exits before I entered the room. I screamed, Come at me cucks. What heard like pleas for help were drowned out by a Quan drop kick.
I believe he died upon sheer impact from my size 10s. The next guy screamed, I renounce Donald Trump, to which I said, too late you cuck ****. He did not even resist the piledriver into hell. That is where trumpers go when they die.
Then the final cuck screamed, not me I have gf. I am nothing like my sidekicks. I screamed loud and proud so everyone in the room could hear, I take your life in the name of Avenatti. His heart stopped before I even punched him. Fear takes the weak.
The cucks gf comes forward and says, I was cheating on him and just using him. I only **** real men. You are a real man. She climbs onto my 5 foot 9 and a half inch massive shoulders and she just rides me while everyone swears allegiance to the dems. I smash ten tables in this free for all that takes place all over the room. I howl at the full moon and jump out the window because there is a challenge to the Star Wars fanbase I need to get home too. All in a day of the Quan.
Everything I said is 100 percent true.