Kanan was roaming the streets looking for something to do. He robbed some 7/11's and wanted more. As he roamed, he noticed a fella looking like his boss DonaldTrump. The man looked like him, talked like him, and walked like him, but Kanan knew it wasn't the real deal.

"Man, that guy is an imposter!" he said. Kanan immediately went to the headquarters and brought this to the attention of his boss.

"DonaldTrump, did you know theres an imposter running around? He's even got a family and I am hearing his name is Donald_Trump. Or wait.... are YOU the imposter?" he asked.

Rearranging his gold watch with a grimacing smile towards Kanan he clears his throat as both his right and left hand men step to each side of him both looking vicious walking towards Kanan he raises one eye brow

"You have a impression to say the real Trump? Well you must not follow much into politics as every president that has roam the United States have had a double in case someting goes down no one knows which one is who but i will tell you between DonaldTrump and me I have roamed here much longer I have encountered a lot more and succeeding in surviving wars of many but yet you twine upon a topic such as this one. I strive I push and no one can do it far greater then two Trumps because they are way stronger and united together then singled out alone, you find it in yourself whose been here longer? Me!! Yet we both our capable of launching nukes so the real questions question is whose more lethal Mr. Kanan?"

You know what they say, “A Donald is as a Donald does”. And this Donald is as the Donald does. I’ve been trailblazing the way of The Donald since the day of my birth – little Donatello Trumpellini, set loose upon the heart of Naples – and I’ve never once stopped to consider whether I was alone in this world. One Donald to rule them all, so to speak. But then I met another. A Donald just like me. The Donald, just like me. What’s a Donald to do when confronted by his own parallel existence? I had so many questions. Where did he come from? Does he wear his hair like mine? Was he a boy scout too?

And I ask myself, what kind of world do we live in, in which two Donald’s are scorned as imposters of one another, instead of celebrated as twin miracles of mankind? Believe me, people, I’ve heard everything there is to hear about it. Doppelganger this, clone that, separated at birth yadda yadda yadda. It’s all talk. Scientists, huh? What do they know? I’ll tell you one thing, you wouldn’t catch me dead in a lab coat. This suit cost me four thousand dollars. That’s the Trump way. Not like those scientists – so cheap. Sad! And I’ll tell you what, folks, let me tell you a story about a little friend of mine. A guy I know called Jesus. Fantastic person, a great man. Totally Nazarene, it’s just fantastic. But, people, his feet? Filthy. Absolutely filthy. That’s what happens when you wear sandals your entire life, in that kind of heat. Disgusting. He could’ve turned some of that wine back into water and gave himself a bath, you know? And don’t get me started on the togas. At least they took it off for the crucifixion. God, could you have imagined the paintings? Hung up in those old rags? The Romans knew how to look good, you’ve gotta give them that. But, folks, you want to know what made Jesus special? He’s a winner, just like me. Crowds follow him everywhere, just like me. They hang on to his every word, just like me. He’s got great, thick, completely real hair, just like me.

So, really, instead of asking why there are two of us, or where we came from, maybe it’s time for a little bit of introspection. Maybe I’ve left you with a couple questions you never considered. Maybe I’m the new messiah. Maybe not. That’s just what people tell me, alright? Ever think about that? Yuge. That’s a book of revelations for you, folks. You could boil an egg on this kind of heat. Chew on it. Get back to me. Donnie T, you know me. I’ll be here.

Kanan was reading the local newspaper when he noticed Donald_Trump's name in the obituaries along with his upper structure. He looked around and thought to himself.

Well I guess we now know who the "REAL" Donald Trump is. I hope this was a good move for the future, this world can't handle one Donald running around. Let alone two!

And from the rubble one Trump stood tall, his hair no different than any day of the year, his posture so defining, just a bloody handsome man.

"It was sad to see our counterpart Trump go, he was a handsome man too, but let's hope the solo Trump train can do the job just as well if not better than before, which I am sure it shall."

Donnie nods to Kanan then makes way to get on with his busy errand filled day, it was a busy time of year for ol' Donnie boy.