Was that a tail which grew out of a Trump-goblin’s pert bottom at the mention of his offing? Perhaps at first it may have appeared thus, but if one were to subject him to a deeper scrutiny, they’d realize it was merely an effect of the mirage caused by his constant shifting and bulging pockets he had stuffed with late Yugi’s belongings.
“You clearly don’t understand politics, Versaille.” He began to explain to the kind beaut with a kindred attitude towards him. “You need me. These people need me. I am not your enemy, I am your friend. Buy my book… everybody loves my books, you can too! Come on, change your vote. You can’t do this to me, it makes no sense… come on.”
No sooner had the Meta(Gaming)Knight spoken his mind, Trump ran over to him with the energy of a mongoose and the acrobats of a reindeer. He thwapped his hands upon a knight’s shoulders as if to hug him for a job well done. “See? This man speaks the truth. He knows what he’s talking about. I think I should have the Ring!
Its obvious to all these good people here. Isn’t it just? Look at me? Look at my style. If Bruce Lee had a kid with Adolphus Gustavus that’d be me. I am that kid. Give me the ring, come on now.”
When the thumping axe-dwarf spoke up, the goblin silenced. Hands tucked upon the back of his arse, he slowly made his way to where KS stood and slowly peered at him. His voice barely a whisper above the shuffle of two goblin feet and uttered after what seemed like ages had passed. “You need me, dwarf. I can make this dungeon great again…”
This was followed by the roaring endorsement by one Talia the orc. Goblin-Trump didn’t like orcs because their humanity befuddled him. This one in particular didn’t act anything like the Faux Pas News!
scrolls he had delivered to his goblin enterprises. However this was a second endorsement and because he was willing to sell his soul for it, it came much cheaper. Trump-Goblin’s hair sprang to a life of its own and almost carried him to Talia as if via magnetic transfusion. Several times he tried to jump up so he can raise her arm over her head akin to all the Wrestlemania winners of the past 30 years combined, but alas his height didn’t provide him the reach he needed.
“Look she’s right, thank you sweetheart, you’re right. You need me to beat this dungeon and find more gold, that’s what we do, that’s what us
goblins do! When was the last time anybody saw us beating, let's say, the dungeon in a boxing deal? They kill us. I beat dungeons all the time. All the time. You need me. Come on, a few more endorsements… let’s make a deal!”