|President Snapper addressing the bewildered member in front of him|
There we stood in a replica of the oval office with trademark desk and compy chair. As strange as it was you could feel the power of leadership as you stood behind the desk chatting with fellow members and division staff.
|What do you mean you don't want to bomb Furryland, furs|
are dangerous, they want our prims.
There seemed a strange sense of authority as I stood there, I had a sudden urge to invade a sim with the war on lag claiming we had to get them before they got our prims. I stood there behind the desk of power and ordered my rag tag chief of staff before me that they had to save the sim from the terrorist threat of oSIMA PRIM laden.
They stared at me, whispered to each other and left the crazy guy in the white coat to play with his little toy on his own.
Oh well, we can all dream
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President Snapper Desade