The next day, you had to go get your fucking asshole stitched back together because it was fucking destroyed. 

Because your asshole needed to heal, you couldn't fuck your Commie Daddy.

"O no were r we gunna live?" you asked, remembering that your house was destroyed.

"Don't worry, bb. I have the perfect place for us," Tord assured you.

The two of you hopped in his giant robot and flew to what looked like an army base.

"It's my army base," Tord told you.

You had kind of figured that out before he said anything.

You and Tord got out of the robot and entered the large building. It was completely empty.

"We're's all da suldiers?" you asked.

"I had one of my soldiers call everyone else to a single room so they could meet you."

You got to the room and saw at least ten, no, twenty people. Wow, what a strong army!

Tord walked up on staged and tapped the microphone that had magically appeared.

"I want you all to meet your queen, (Y/N)," he announced.

You came up on the stage and bowed. Three people clapped.

"Yus thx ver much," you said.

One soldier in the crowd whispered to another, saying, "We are all fucked."