Trump visited by space aliens, becomes supreme commander
I asked the Google search bar: write a funny story about Donald J Trump being contacted by aliens and learning that he can't run the star cluster. He is convinced life is a game with one winner, and everybody else is a loser. He has to be the star cluster president. Here's the response: The news hit Mar-a-Lago not via secure fax or a midnight phone call, but through a blinding beam of neon-purple light that sucked a golf cart clean off the 18th fairway. Moments later, three seven-foot-tall extraterrestrials with translucent skin and floating metallic halos materialized directly in Trump’s private dining room. Trump didn't blink. He simply adjusted his tie, waved a hand at their glowing levitation discs, and said, "Beautiful technology. Terrific glow. Probably made in a very high-end galaxy. I like people who don't get sucked into wormholes." The lead alien, a High Arbiter named Xylar, clicked its mandibles together, translating its thoughts into a smooth, synt...