Unfortunately for the world, Donald Trump lost the election. Upon hearing the results, he ripped his shirt off, pulled a glowing green crystal out of his back pocket, and shoved it in his mouth, crunching it profoundly. He washed it down with a large mug of black coffee, then opened the window.
Those in the room with Donald watched as he leaped out the window, and flew across New York, decimating it with his new laser vision. Not long after, a squadron of black hawk helicopters and F-22's came flying toward him from the south. They launched every missile they had at him, but he simply caught them and threw them back at the fleet.
Undeterred, he made his own way down to the White House, and confronted Kamala Harris. She tried to put up a fight, but she didn't have crystal-enhanced powers, so her only choice was to concede the election to him. But he didn't want the election. He knew that was his. What he wanted was world domination.
After receiving the presidency, he climbed up to the top of the White House and leaped off this building too. He flew across the globe, demolishing every major city and claiming the title of "Supreme Global Winner" for himself. He rejected all attempts of fealty by any suckers and instead set his sights on the moon.
Donald climbed up a nearby tower, and once again made another leap, this time flying all the way to the moon. The world knew peace for several days before they noticed the moon itself was changing. What was once a beautiful sentinel of the night, soon became persistent image of Donald Trump's face, winking with his classic grin at the planet he won for all to see throughout the night.
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