I smiled at the hot chick. I flexed my biceps

I smiled at the hot chick. I flexed my biceps or triceps or whatever those really bulging muscles in my awesome arm are called. "Hey, babe," I said, winking. "My name is Bro Broson

and I'm gay' She sighed in disappointment at the revelation, eyeing his tremendous muscles.

"We should test that", she said, "You know, to make absolutely sure."

"Psh. C'mon!" she replied, a look of playful disdain on her face, "I mean what could possibly go wrong?"

Accepting that this was the way every bad event in history starts, Donald decided to play along. After all, its not everyday a one-eyed hermaphrodite asks you to play plinko, so

he rolled up his sleeves and got to work. "Bobbi Barker, I think this may all work out after all." A gasp from the crowd. He looked out into the audience and

cocked his gun. This is gonna be fun, he thought. "Why you looking so scared, Bobbi boy? It'll be just like the good ol days!". The audience started running

toward the gun. Each member got shot one by one, until he was out of bullets. The remaining members swarmed him, killing him in seconds. But suddenly,

he remembered that he was in fact a kangaroo, so he was like "Stupid kangaroo, bullets are for humans, you are kangaroo!". This thought led him to question his very

existence, which in turn made him decide to kill every ninja on earth. Several million dead ninjas later, the Kangaroo retired to a far away island, finally content with himself.