Lucky World ChiefLance Newman
President Earth comes falling, emoting top to bottom, collapsing through the railing. They ocean him, his supporters. They staff his voice for years on home time, under cloudy water: “My record now, Chairman Mogul, re-author it. Make war later, better. Have troops. Have podium. Have hospital."
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