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Before the round, Trump decided to go pay a visit to his opponent Clinton, who was his childhood best friend and his long time crush.
"Hey, Bubba! How are you doing?" he said.
Clinton sighed. "I don't know, Donnie, I'm worried. One of us is gonna die tonight."
"It's okay, Bubba, that's just how the alien stage goes. And if we're lucky enough, we could both survive!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right," said Clinton.
Then, their faces got very close, but before they could kiss, someone walked into the room to tell them that the round was gonna start. He was gonna get that kiss. Even if it's on the stage.
Towards the end of the round, Bill noticed that Trump was a little off, but not because of the stress of potentially dying... It seemed like something else. He noticed him nerviously looking at the score board, then dropping his mic and walking towards him.
"Dude what are you doing?" Clinton whispered at him.
But Trump just grabbed him and then he pressed his lips against his.
Clinton didn't react at first, but then he kissed him back. During the kiss, Trump looked at the audience, so Bill did too. He saw Hillary, his wife, Melania Trump, Trump's wife, who both looked shocked, and Vladimir Putin, who was holding up a camera and snapping pictures.
All of the sudden, Trump moved his hands to his neck and started lightly pressing it.
Bill was confused, but then he noticed the sadness in his eyes and understood immediatly what he was doing: he was trying to break the alien stage rules and protect his neck.
Clinton obviously wasn't gonna let him do that, so he tried to remove Trump's hands from his neck, but it was too late: he heard the first gunshot.
Trump flinched, and a bit of blood came out of his mouth, but he didn't let go. A second gunshot went off, then a third, and then Trump let go and fell on the floor.
Clinton kneeled then said: "Donnie..."
"Bubba," said Trump. "Thank you for being the victim of my shallow emotions."
And then he stopped moving.
"DONNIE!" yelled Clinton as the aliens dragged him away.