Earth, White House, USA, Presidential Office.
The blond-haired president of the United States kept slamming his thick palm against his desk.
He struck with such force that even the... cola he loved most spilled over on the spot.
Cola covered half the desk, but none of the Presidential Office staff had the mood to deal with the drink.
Because the blond-haired president was glaring at everyone he could see with the dark circles beneath his eyes, which were even darker than his face.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Why the fuck is there a planet above our Metropolis? It's a fucking planet so huge you can't even see where it ends.
Wait, we're not live right now, are we?"
"No, Mr. President!"
The staffer hurriedly shook his head, while the blond-haired president took a frustrated breath.
"I'm the president, and a president about to be reelected. We're supposed to spend the next four years sitting in this goddamn office handling all that goddamn bullshit!
But I'm telling you now, that's impossible!
Who can explain to the goddamn voters that their great president has no way of dealing with that damned planet?
Who can come up with a suitable publicity plan for this?
Most importantly, who can come up with a solution?!!"
When he finished speaking, the blond-haired president struggled to look at the video in front of him.
Watching the satellite footage pull farther and farther back while still failing to capture the planet's full shape, he quickly turned away, unwilling to look any longer.
He looked instead at the advisors around him. These people were usually full of crooked ideas, but today, every last one of them was silent!
"I pay you people to make my term last longer! I need exposure to keep driving up our group's stock price!
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