RIGHT! THAT DOES IT! YOU DROPPED THE GAUNTLET, NEWBIE! Wanna see my credentials?! LOOK AT MY NAME! I AM THE SILENT DRUNK, AN INEBRIATED BREEZE! A lethal belch! Who are you to question me? You know nothing here, woman. Not one GOD. DAMNED. THING.
Puh-leease. You think you can muscle me out of this through intimidation? You're so busy proving my "Ally is more level-headed" claims that it's almost too
easy. Meanwhile, your little right hand boy Zeph is running all over the place: "I'm not going to run for election anymore, waaah! Oh no wait, I am
gonna run now!".
Between your shameless ranting and his
indecision, you're not instilling very much confidence in your leadership abilities. Apparently in this case, experience doesnt
New to mafia? Maybe. New to leading evil masses? Hardly
. This "wench"
more prepared to run things around here than you are.