Yes, that was weird, pathetically weird, how they hauled me in to announce that they had voted against me, even though I was not aware of myself being in the business of running for office. And to what office might they be referring? And why does that wretched dog from South Dakota always seem to be in the throes of a frenzied rageaholic seizure at the sight of me? I could not care less about South Dakota, never been there, don't know anything about it.
Clearly, the wretched dogs of Spence Third North have proven themselves unworthy of my presence and further attentions. I have other plans for my life than to be socializing with that pack of worthless trash.
