You're walking down the street and bump into a mysterious stranger. You look up to find your favourite politician, Donald Trump. He looks you in the eye, and says to you, "Would you like a small loan of one million?" You gasp, and reply with a short, "no thank you" he mutters to himself, "whatever, they aren't as pretty as my daughter" and he walks away.
You think about this day until you are as old as Trump, and wonder why you never said yes. You cry yourself to sleep until one day, you see on the news he is looking for you.
There is a number on the television, that you call. You receive the small loan of one million and you all live happily ever after.
