"Ya done it Donald" He said, shaking his

"Ya done it Donald" He said, shaking his head passively as he stepped through the grand doors of the oval office. "Everyone's dead now. Ya did it."

"Wrong." said President Trump to the unexpected visitor in his newly refurbished white and gold Oval Office. "I am not dead and you are not dead. And you are?"

"I am Death." The cloaked figure hovered across the carpet toward the orange man. His eyes glowed an eerie crimson. "Your time is up."

The orange man trembled. "May I... at least say good bye to my family?" He whimpered. "There is no time for that," said Death. "At least I can say I was President for a day!" he

said happily. "Yes...yes you could. Give it a try," said Death." "Ok," the orange man replied. "I was president..." he started to say when Death suddenly punched him ritght in the

epiglottis! "Gaulck!" the orange man exclaimed as Death chased him around the dining room table. The orange man tried to slip Death up by throwing olives onto the floor behind him

but didn't count on the fact that Death was floating. With a gasp, the orange fell over, dead. Death picked it up and grinned. "Only one more ingredient needed for my fruit salad:

Zombie tomatoes. These are not found in stores." Satan promised to look around in people's back yards for this unique tomato. These tomatoes were ubiquitous but rare.

They were red but green. Large but small. Sour but sweet. Oblong but round, elastic but mushy. fruit but veggie. healthy but deadly. Satan visited famed horitculuralist Sir Bombly