“I invoke our Friendship Agreement.”
“What friendship agreement?”
“I need you to get hold of a jalopy - the rustier the better.”
“No - really. Let’s back up here.”
“I’ll drive it into Johnsonville, the most quaint town for 100 miles.”
“Brad? Are you listening to me?”
“And that will position me as one of theirs from a different small town.”
“Have you been sniffing leaded gasoline again?”
“And with that connection, I’ll be able to become mayor.”
“Brad? Seriously, I’m calling 911.”
“From there, it’s a hop, skip, and jump to the governorship and then President.”
“I’m dialing.”
“I’ll be King!”
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