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It was a lovely day in the United Kingdom and there was a horrible, horrible Rishi Sunak.
He was on his way to rob poor people for the 25th time this week, when Chuu, in the middle of South Korea, sensed something was wrong. He was going to rob a lesbian Orbit.
She gasped and teleported to the United Kingdom immediately, already looking around to see where the rich fucker was. He was standing at the street corner, with his pathetically short trousers that he had sixty nine copies of despite being rich as hell. He was a billionaire. Or something. I don't remember and I'm not googling him.
"Fuck you!" Chuu yelled at the top of her lungs, and sprinted at him.
Rishi Sunak blinked, uncertain of how his political skills of not answering questions and being a dick to poor people could help. Alas, his attempts to hide his financial details that would probably get him executed by the King or something could do nothing to stop Chuu's Mighty Chuuness.
Chuu pushed him over and he plummeted harder than Itzy's views. He gasped at the top of his lungs as he realised she wasn't rich, but it was too late. He fell and died. Somebody tried to call an ambulance but nobody came to help him because they were all on strike. Chuu cheered, and then promptly stole his entire fortune and gave it to the NHS. She then threw his body into parliament and threatened to blow it up if they didn't give the striking doctors any money.
Chuu had done enough. She Chuu'd away, with a smile on her face.