A lone adept walked the corridor towards the chamber of the High Lords of Terra, quietly mumbling the sacred words that had been entrusted to him for the ritual. The massive doors creaked open as he continued his silent pilgrimage into the heart of Terra. Kneeling before the council, he recited the divine verse that had been seared into his mind, "The house has impeached Donald Trump."
The High Lords burst out into incoherent accusations at each other. Entire sectors were thrown into chaos as careless edicts and commands were imposed on the Imperium. A hush fell suddenly across the room, as the Master of the Adminstrum finished the ritual, "With a vote of 7 to 5, and a super majority of 8 being required, the senate acquits Donald Trump."
As the adept left the room, he wondered to himself who Donald Trump was and why he couldn't stop winning.
The year is 2200, the democrats totally have him this time. Donald Trump X handles his proxy defense...
A lone adept walked the corridor towards the chamber of the High Lords of Terra, quietly mumbling the sacred words that had been entrusted to him for the ritual. The massive doors creaked open as he continued his silent pilgrimage into the heart of Terra. Kneeling before the council, he recited the divine verse that had been seared into his mind, "The house has impeached Donald Trump."
The High Lords burst out into incoherent accusations at each other. Entire sectors were thrown into chaos as careless edicts and commands were imposed on the Imperium. A hush fell suddenly across the room, as the Master of the Adminstrum finished the ritual, "With a vote of 7 to 5, and a super majority of 8 being required, the senate acquits Donald Trump."
As the adept left the room, he wondered to himself who Donald Trump was and why he couldn't stop winning.
... and what the rent rate was for headspace in these loons.