VINCENT COMES FOR TED CRUZ

running hard because this enormous cat stalking, ravening, sees only Ted.      He won't attack a flying elephant:


Now, he's getting ready to take off like a locomotive as Ted sees him,  a latino midget or albino pygmy!

Either way, small, juicy, prey! 

Swimmers scared shitless, looking back or up. 

But now, tail twitching spasmodically, already up for the  charge, bloodstained eyes on Cruz' plump miniature ass. 

No Kamala there to hold him back! 

When he reaches him, don't look. 

It won't be wrestling,......... just loud cracking sounds of bones crunched and bolted down.






This is for Barry Blitt, who I always wished would do some of my bad stuff.