[ WP ] He is the Chosen One . Braver than a lion . Mightier than the storm . Dumber than a 5-year old .

He had it all. Women, Money and Power! Through what some people call Charisma, and others just sheer dumb luck. He was vulgar, stupid and just an outright tard. 
 The thing is though, it worked. His bravado saw him standing up to and against the most powerful people in the world and winning a battle of pure balls. 
 `` Sir,'' said the assistant. He glared at the man whilst gesturing him to help with his tie, `` You know Mitchell, there are plenty of things I'm not good at. Actually it's a big list, probably the biggest.'' Mitchell stood close as he started wrapping the tie. Over under, behind and up, across then up and through the knot. `` And on that list,'' he continued, `` Is tying a tie, and doing up my shoes.'' 
 Mitchell looked down to see the untied shoes of the man who stood before him. `` What I'm trying to say Mitchell is you need to tie my shoes.'' Mitchell sighed and dropped to is knees to begin tying the shoes. Somehow perfectly polished with brand new laces, but untied due to lack of intelligence. `` Both of them please,'' he joked to Mitchell. `` Perfect position you're in right now.'' He let out an awful laugh which sounded like a mix of emphysema and heart disease with a sprinkle of flem, `` I'm just messin with ya.'' 
 Mitchell stood at the door and watched him kiss his young wife before leaving. The golden elevator took them down to the ground floor, with the elevator attendant complimenting him on how nice his tie was, as Mitchell shook his head behind them. As they got into the limo, Mitchell was barely able to get the door shut in time before hearing the worlds most powerful man open a beer. Turning to him, Mitchell could see that he had opened his beer with a letter opener stabbed into the side of the can, whilst shot gunning tbe drink as it spilled all over his suit, letting out a loud burp as he finished and the limo started moving. 
 `` Sir, now you are going to smell like booze!'' Mitchell exclaimed. The man laughed, `` That's what deodorant is for!'' 
 `` And your breath?'' Mitchell asked, knowing his predictable response. 
 `` I'll brush my teeth,'' he said, already pouring him self a glass of whisky. 
 As Mitchell assumed, when the car pulled in to the stop, the man had gotten out of the car without applying any deodorant or brushing his teeth, and that was after another 2 drinks. Mitchell hopped out of the car and chased him, spraying the can around the mans body just far enough away so that it would n't leave any white stains on his suit. Before walking into the oval office, Mitchell gave him a breath mint. 
 Chewing on the breath mint loudly, he walked into the room followed by Mitchell, ignoring the foreign diplomats who stood up to shake his hand. Walking right upto his desk and collapsing in his seat and raising his feet onto the table 
 `` Okay, guys. It's pretty clear why you are here. It's about the nukes. Yeah I've got them. I've got lots of nukes, they are the best nukes, so lets cut the crap and talk about your countries surrender, or the nice little theme park I'm going to build on top of it's nuclear radiated remains.'' 
 After the blatant disregard for pleasantries, the North Korean diplomats sat down and glanced at each other before turning back to him. Mitchell could already smell the sweat dripping down his own head as he watched the diplomat smile and say, 
 `` Okay then, let us talk. Mr Trump.''
