Business Lunch by SimianSavant Putin's Dream contest entry |
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence. Nazi slaves crushed Putin's grain into heavenly Ukrainian vodka. Putin watched, atop his horse. "Here's how we get past sanctions," he declared. "We'll put Zelenskyy's face on every bottle, mark up, sell to millennials." Kamala looked up from eating her Dalmation puppy. "Zelenskyy small. Russia crush. Yummy good," she muttered, between chomps. "They won't be able to resist," Putin went on. "How about Indians? If we put swastikas on bottles, Indians will buy. In India they sell sweets in swastika boxes." "Yassss," effused Kamala. "So you'll help?" "Business later. Puppies first!" Kamala cackled, grabbing another puppy. It yelped in terror.
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