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“Post-revival”-?
Apparently I’ve been revived this whole time chat, 🫶
OKAY. So I have memories of being revived so this is Hella funny
SOBS-
I do not think I was from what I do remember so I also find this really funny
mhmhmmhm.
Im craving whiskey save me.
Someone get this man his whiskey/j
But hmmm im sure there is mocktail whiskey recipes somewhere hmmm
Im sure.. Just annoying of
I need to find one.
“Post-revival”-?
Apparently I’ve been revived this whole time chat, 🫶
OKAY. So I have memories of being revived so this is Hella funny
SOBS-
I do not think I was from what I do remember so I also find this really funny
mhmhmmhm.
Im craving whiskey save me.
“Post-revival”-?
Apparently I’ve been revived this whole time chat, 🫶
OKAY. So I have memories of being revived so this is Hella funny
What’s up, big guy?
- @president-of-manberg
Nothing much.. Yknow the usual boring never-ending mounds of paper work
What, you don’t have a guy to do the paperwork for ya? My VP does all that shit. I don’t even look at it.
You should take a break, y’know, hit the gym.
I do, but he's been lacking ass lately and I told him he was the one who needed to hit the gym, so for once I"m actually taking care of my country
Damn, that’s a tough break.
Can’t he do the paperwork and hit the gym? Or- y’know what, why not let my vice president do your paperwork? It’s probably all the same shit, right?
Is it the same shit?...I mean hell what do I care. hand it to him I guess.
Go ahead and put it on their desk, they’ll fuckin’ figure it out.
I assume we’re doing all the same shit… I don’t know, how is it in your Manberg?
my manberg is running smoothly as of right now, figuring out everything with how to deal with dream, and Wilbur and Tommy. And alright ill do just that.
Same here, brother. We’ve got a little publicity problem going on, as well- but it’s under control. I’m handling it.
You know how it is, people wanna complain about how I came to power. Starting all these fuckin’ rumors. It’s fuckin’ unbelievable.
thats what im sayin man
Yeah, you get it.
Well, y’know- I’ll get that paperwork to ya whenever my fuckin’ schmuck of a VP gets it done. Feel free to drop by the office anytime.
Will do. Thanks me. Is your VP that bad?
Anytime, also me.
They’re not so bad. They work pretty fuckin’ hard, they’re loyal- I mean, I’d be hard pressed to find much better. But I’d hate to boost their ego too much, y’know?
I’m the big guy, they’re the little guy. Don’t wanna give em too much credit.
That's understandable big guy
I love mine to death , but its just how it works
They gotta know their place.
[He pauses, considering a moment. There is a question he would like to ask, has wanted to ask for some time now- and who is a more trustworthy recipient than himself?]
How- and I’m just asking a hypothetical, here- can you be sure you can trust em? Vice presidents, I mean.
I trust mine, but i dont really care what happens to this shitty nation, its , at this point, him im just here for shows.
he says taking out a cigarette out and trying to light it with a almost dead lighter
[He is, for the briefest of moments, uncomfortable with the man before him.
Strange, when that’s him. He had always thought- or maybe he used to think, before- that there was no one out there more trustworthy than himself. Everyone else was to be kept at arm’s length, if that.
He doesn’t distrust this version, not really, but-]
So, what, you gave up?
[It is strange to think there is a world where Manberg is not his crowning achievement.]
You want- a better light, for that?
wouldnt say I gave up… rather I'm in to deep with drinking and I know I am, I try putting this act on like I'm fine but…lets be honest.
He says nodding when asked if he'd like a better light for the cigarette
[To be honest, he isn’t sure what to say to that.
This could be him, easily. This could be what waits for him, presumably if he continues down this path.
He offers his own lighter- engraved, in gold, with his initials. An inauguration present, from his vice president. They wouldn’t let this happen to him, surely. They would fuckin’ leave him long, long before they ever let him succumb to his vices-
He cannot ignore the sudden terror at the idea of being left alone.]
Damn, man. That’s- I mean, I get it. I think. Could never be me- [but it could, easily-] but I get it, y’know?
Hold that cabinet close. you never know when an arrow is going to go through that heart of yours.
schlatt said solemnly knowing what's coming but had little care, this nation was a shit hole and he had lied that it was going smoothly it was falling to shit in his hands. He was power hungry, but being a drunk fuck didn't help run a nation. not. one. bit.
They wouldn’t let that fuckin’ happen to me.
[Schlatt speaks without thinking, and finds himself having to pause to consider. Would they, really? Bee, his right hand man, his second in command- would they really step in, if the worst were to come to pass?
He watches this other version of himself, and is reminded, once again, of his philosophy. There has never been, will never be, anyone he can trust but himself.]
They aren’t- gonna have a choice. That shit isn’t happening to me- the rebellion, or whatever the fuck? They aren’t gonna touch me.
[It is unclear which version of himself he is trying harder to convince.]
You'd be surprised big man..
Schlatt said taking a long drag of his cigarette and blowing it upwards.
You really can't trust shit in this shit hole. it went down hill so fast.
I don't trust shit- listen, you don't have to tell me twice.
[The thought occurs- not for the first time, though he usually tries to disregard it- that this is the beginning of the end. That the growing rebellion will push him out of office and there will be nothing he can do to save himself.
He has not spent hours coming up with plans, delegating tasks to his cabinet for nothing. He will not let it be for nothing.]
What did you do wrong, for it to end up like this? I mean, it must've been something- help me out, big guy, tell me what not to do.
its simple. I exiled Wilbur and Tommy, I tore down he walls.
He said taking another drag, at this point the cigarette was almost done so he just put it out on the desk leaving the smell of burning varnish and a small mark on the desk.
[Well.
It is a little late to stop himself from doing any of that now. Even if he wanted to- which he assuredly does not.
The nation is his to do with what he pleases. The nation must stay his.
He will figure it out on his own. The mistakes of the man before him will not be repeated with his own Manberg.]
I’m not taking that shit back. Wilbur and Tommy had to go- Wil lost the fuckin’ election, I couldn’t honestly have kept him around-
Listen, man, I’ll figure it out. We got campaign plans, the VP and I. This shit isn’t over til I say it’s over. I don’t care if you gave up, or succumbed to alcoholism, or whatever the fuck- I’m not gonna be like that. I just won’t be.
Yeah one would think they have it under control.
schlatt said messing with his fingers annoyed by the stupidity from the younger him
And we both know we were drinking ourself blind DURING the election.
his voice got rougher around the word during.
What we did during the election doesn’t fuckin’ matter- we still got into office, didn’t we?
[When Schlatt thinks back to then, he is mildly dismayed to find the memories come few and far between.
He hadn’t been that drunk, surely. It’d been a good time. Things with Quackity had been good, he had been so occupied with the thrill of getting away with something, taking a nation that wasn’t his-]
I do have it under control. I don’t know about you, and your shortcomings, but my cabinet and I got it covered.
schlatt yanks his hands away
i’m not over reacting on bit you need to be better then me.
I have every intention of being better than you.
[His Manberg will not end like this. His Manberg will not end at all, if he has any say in the matter.
He makes a mental note to check over his VP's campaign plans, once he returns home. They'd explained them to him, sure, but he hadn't been paying any fucking attention. It's clear now that he needs to take at least a slightly more involved approach to leadership.
For the present moment, anyway. Once they're out of this crisis, he can get back to reaping the benefits of being the most powerful man in the country.]
Sorry about your shit, but I'm not a fuckin' pussy.
...I don't suppose you could vote for me in the midterms, though, could you?
...are you fucking serious ...youre acting so petty ooh I see why the nation fell.
Schlatt says sitting back down in his seat shaking his head.
No, I'm going to be dead. I can't vote for you.
Yeah, with that fuckin' attitude you're gonna be dead. Jesus Christ.
It ain't over til it's over. You know this- we know this, man.
if you don't wanna vote for me you don't fuckin' have to- I don't even know how that would work- but you're pissing me off with this shit.
I saw the plans. they have it to where I can't leave. they're going to block off all of the ways out and shoot me.
schlatt said rolling his eyes at the other him.
Your pissing me off, asking a dead man to vote for you??
If you saw the plans- then what’s the fuckin’ problem? Put your own guys at the exits, or just don’t fuckin’ go there, or- I don’t know, but it doesn’t seem as hopeless as you’re making it out to be.
You don’t seem to grasp that it doesn’t matter what I do. Every thing every fucking thing is pointed against me. schlatt said getting up and pacing around the office. it’s understandable as to why you aren’t worried, seeing as you haven’t gotten to the same point as me but this isn’t something I can escape
What’s up, big guy?
- @president-of-manberg
Nothing much.. Yknow the usual boring never-ending mounds of paper work
What, you don’t have a guy to do the paperwork for ya? My VP does all that shit. I don’t even look at it.
You should take a break, y’know, hit the gym.
I do, but he's been lacking ass lately and I told him he was the one who needed to hit the gym, so for once I"m actually taking care of my country
Damn, that’s a tough break.
Can’t he do the paperwork and hit the gym? Or- y’know what, why not let my vice president do your paperwork? It’s probably all the same shit, right?
Is it the same shit?...I mean hell what do I care. hand it to him I guess.
Go ahead and put it on their desk, they’ll fuckin’ figure it out.
I assume we’re doing all the same shit… I don’t know, how is it in your Manberg?
my manberg is running smoothly as of right now, figuring out everything with how to deal with dream, and Wilbur and Tommy. And alright ill do just that.
Same here, brother. We’ve got a little publicity problem going on, as well- but it’s under control. I’m handling it.
You know how it is, people wanna complain about how I came to power. Starting all these fuckin’ rumors. It’s fuckin’ unbelievable.
thats what im sayin man
Yeah, you get it.
Well, y’know- I’ll get that paperwork to ya whenever my fuckin’ schmuck of a VP gets it done. Feel free to drop by the office anytime.
Will do. Thanks me. Is your VP that bad?
Anytime, also me.
They’re not so bad. They work pretty fuckin’ hard, they’re loyal- I mean, I’d be hard pressed to find much better. But I’d hate to boost their ego too much, y’know?
I’m the big guy, they’re the little guy. Don’t wanna give em too much credit.
That's understandable big guy
I love mine to death , but its just how it works
They gotta know their place.
[He pauses, considering a moment. There is a question he would like to ask, has wanted to ask for some time now- and who is a more trustworthy recipient than himself?]
How- and I’m just asking a hypothetical, here- can you be sure you can trust em? Vice presidents, I mean.
I trust mine, but i dont really care what happens to this shitty nation, its , at this point, him im just here for shows.
he says taking out a cigarette out and trying to light it with a almost dead lighter
[He is, for the briefest of moments, uncomfortable with the man before him.
Strange, when that’s him. He had always thought- or maybe he used to think, before- that there was no one out there more trustworthy than himself. Everyone else was to be kept at arm’s length, if that.
He doesn’t distrust this version, not really, but-]
So, what, you gave up?
[It is strange to think there is a world where Manberg is not his crowning achievement.]
You want- a better light, for that?
wouldnt say I gave up… rather I'm in to deep with drinking and I know I am, I try putting this act on like I'm fine but…lets be honest.
He says nodding when asked if he'd like a better light for the cigarette
[To be honest, he isn’t sure what to say to that.
This could be him, easily. This could be what waits for him, presumably if he continues down this path.
He offers his own lighter- engraved, in gold, with his initials. An inauguration present, from his vice president. They wouldn’t let this happen to him, surely. They would fuckin’ leave him long, long before they ever let him succumb to his vices-
He cannot ignore the sudden terror at the idea of being left alone.]
Damn, man. That’s- I mean, I get it. I think. Could never be me- [but it could, easily-] but I get it, y’know?
Hold that cabinet close. you never know when an arrow is going to go through that heart of yours.
schlatt said solemnly knowing what's coming but had little care, this nation was a shit hole and he had lied that it was going smoothly it was falling to shit in his hands. He was power hungry, but being a drunk fuck didn't help run a nation. not. one. bit.
They wouldn’t let that fuckin’ happen to me.
[Schlatt speaks without thinking, and finds himself having to pause to consider. Would they, really? Bee, his right hand man, his second in command- would they really step in, if the worst were to come to pass?
He watches this other version of himself, and is reminded, once again, of his philosophy. There has never been, will never be, anyone he can trust but himself.]
They aren’t- gonna have a choice. That shit isn’t happening to me- the rebellion, or whatever the fuck? They aren’t gonna touch me.
[It is unclear which version of himself he is trying harder to convince.]
You'd be surprised big man..
Schlatt said taking a long drag of his cigarette and blowing it upwards.
You really can't trust shit in this shit hole. it went down hill so fast.
I don't trust shit- listen, you don't have to tell me twice.
[The thought occurs- not for the first time, though he usually tries to disregard it- that this is the beginning of the end. That the growing rebellion will push him out of office and there will be nothing he can do to save himself.
He has not spent hours coming up with plans, delegating tasks to his cabinet for nothing. He will not let it be for nothing.]
What did you do wrong, for it to end up like this? I mean, it must've been something- help me out, big guy, tell me what not to do.
its simple. I exiled Wilbur and Tommy, I tore down he walls.
He said taking another drag, at this point the cigarette was almost done so he just put it out on the desk leaving the smell of burning varnish and a small mark on the desk.
[Well.
It is a little late to stop himself from doing any of that now. Even if he wanted to- which he assuredly does not.
The nation is his to do with what he pleases. The nation must stay his.
He will figure it out on his own. The mistakes of the man before him will not be repeated with his own Manberg.]
I’m not taking that shit back. Wilbur and Tommy had to go- Wil lost the fuckin’ election, I couldn’t honestly have kept him around-
Listen, man, I’ll figure it out. We got campaign plans, the VP and I. This shit isn’t over til I say it’s over. I don’t care if you gave up, or succumbed to alcoholism, or whatever the fuck- I’m not gonna be like that. I just won’t be.
Yeah one would think they have it under control.
schlatt said messing with his fingers annoyed by the stupidity from the younger him
And we both know we were drinking ourself blind DURING the election.
his voice got rougher around the word during.
What we did during the election doesn’t fuckin’ matter- we still got into office, didn’t we?
[When Schlatt thinks back to then, he is mildly dismayed to find the memories come few and far between.
He hadn’t been that drunk, surely. It’d been a good time. Things with Quackity had been good, he had been so occupied with the thrill of getting away with something, taking a nation that wasn’t his-]
I do have it under control. I don’t know about you, and your shortcomings, but my cabinet and I got it covered.
schlatt yanks his hands away
i’m not over reacting on bit you need to be better then me.
I have every intention of being better than you.
[His Manberg will not end like this. His Manberg will not end at all, if he has any say in the matter.
He makes a mental note to check over his VP's campaign plans, once he returns home. They'd explained them to him, sure, but he hadn't been paying any fucking attention. It's clear now that he needs to take at least a slightly more involved approach to leadership.
For the present moment, anyway. Once they're out of this crisis, he can get back to reaping the benefits of being the most powerful man in the country.]
Sorry about your shit, but I'm not a fuckin' pussy.
...I don't suppose you could vote for me in the midterms, though, could you?
...are you fucking serious ...youre acting so petty ooh I see why the nation fell.
Schlatt says sitting back down in his seat shaking his head.
No, I'm going to be dead. I can't vote for you.
Yeah, with that fuckin' attitude you're gonna be dead. Jesus Christ.
It ain't over til it's over. You know this- we know this, man.
if you don't wanna vote for me you don't fuckin' have to- I don't even know how that would work- but you're pissing me off with this shit.
I saw the plans. they have it to where I can't leave. they're going to block off all of the ways out and shoot me.
schlatt said rolling his eyes at the other him.
Your pissing me off, asking a dead man to vote for you??
What’s up, big guy?
- @president-of-manberg
Nothing much.. Yknow the usual boring never-ending mounds of paper work
What, you don’t have a guy to do the paperwork for ya? My VP does all that shit. I don’t even look at it.
You should take a break, y’know, hit the gym.
I do, but he's been lacking ass lately and I told him he was the one who needed to hit the gym, so for once I"m actually taking care of my country
Damn, that’s a tough break.
Can’t he do the paperwork and hit the gym? Or- y’know what, why not let my vice president do your paperwork? It’s probably all the same shit, right?
Is it the same shit?...I mean hell what do I care. hand it to him I guess.
Go ahead and put it on their desk, they’ll fuckin’ figure it out.
I assume we’re doing all the same shit… I don’t know, how is it in your Manberg?
my manberg is running smoothly as of right now, figuring out everything with how to deal with dream, and Wilbur and Tommy. And alright ill do just that.
Same here, brother. We’ve got a little publicity problem going on, as well- but it’s under control. I’m handling it.
You know how it is, people wanna complain about how I came to power. Starting all these fuckin’ rumors. It’s fuckin’ unbelievable.
thats what im sayin man
Yeah, you get it.
Well, y’know- I’ll get that paperwork to ya whenever my fuckin’ schmuck of a VP gets it done. Feel free to drop by the office anytime.
Will do. Thanks me. Is your VP that bad?
Anytime, also me.
They’re not so bad. They work pretty fuckin’ hard, they’re loyal- I mean, I’d be hard pressed to find much better. But I’d hate to boost their ego too much, y’know?
I’m the big guy, they’re the little guy. Don’t wanna give em too much credit.
That's understandable big guy
I love mine to death , but its just how it works
They gotta know their place.
[He pauses, considering a moment. There is a question he would like to ask, has wanted to ask for some time now- and who is a more trustworthy recipient than himself?]
How- and I’m just asking a hypothetical, here- can you be sure you can trust em? Vice presidents, I mean.
I trust mine, but i dont really care what happens to this shitty nation, its , at this point, him im just here for shows.
he says taking out a cigarette out and trying to light it with a almost dead lighter
[He is, for the briefest of moments, uncomfortable with the man before him.
Strange, when that’s him. He had always thought- or maybe he used to think, before- that there was no one out there more trustworthy than himself. Everyone else was to be kept at arm’s length, if that.
He doesn’t distrust this version, not really, but-]
So, what, you gave up?
[It is strange to think there is a world where Manberg is not his crowning achievement.]
You want- a better light, for that?
wouldnt say I gave up… rather I'm in to deep with drinking and I know I am, I try putting this act on like I'm fine but…lets be honest.
He says nodding when asked if he'd like a better light for the cigarette
[To be honest, he isn’t sure what to say to that.
This could be him, easily. This could be what waits for him, presumably if he continues down this path.
He offers his own lighter- engraved, in gold, with his initials. An inauguration present, from his vice president. They wouldn’t let this happen to him, surely. They would fuckin’ leave him long, long before they ever let him succumb to his vices-
He cannot ignore the sudden terror at the idea of being left alone.]
Damn, man. That’s- I mean, I get it. I think. Could never be me- [but it could, easily-] but I get it, y’know?
Hold that cabinet close. you never know when an arrow is going to go through that heart of yours.
schlatt said solemnly knowing what's coming but had little care, this nation was a shit hole and he had lied that it was going smoothly it was falling to shit in his hands. He was power hungry, but being a drunk fuck didn't help run a nation. not. one. bit.
They wouldn’t let that fuckin’ happen to me.
[Schlatt speaks without thinking, and finds himself having to pause to consider. Would they, really? Bee, his right hand man, his second in command- would they really step in, if the worst were to come to pass?
He watches this other version of himself, and is reminded, once again, of his philosophy. There has never been, will never be, anyone he can trust but himself.]
They aren’t- gonna have a choice. That shit isn’t happening to me- the rebellion, or whatever the fuck? They aren’t gonna touch me.
[It is unclear which version of himself he is trying harder to convince.]
You'd be surprised big man..
Schlatt said taking a long drag of his cigarette and blowing it upwards.
You really can't trust shit in this shit hole. it went down hill so fast.
I don't trust shit- listen, you don't have to tell me twice.
[The thought occurs- not for the first time, though he usually tries to disregard it- that this is the beginning of the end. That the growing rebellion will push him out of office and there will be nothing he can do to save himself.
He has not spent hours coming up with plans, delegating tasks to his cabinet for nothing. He will not let it be for nothing.]
What did you do wrong, for it to end up like this? I mean, it must've been something- help me out, big guy, tell me what not to do.
its simple. I exiled Wilbur and Tommy, I tore down he walls.
He said taking another drag, at this point the cigarette was almost done so he just put it out on the desk leaving the smell of burning varnish and a small mark on the desk.
[Well.
It is a little late to stop himself from doing any of that now. Even if he wanted to- which he assuredly does not.
The nation is his to do with what he pleases. The nation must stay his.
He will figure it out on his own. The mistakes of the man before him will not be repeated with his own Manberg.]
I’m not taking that shit back. Wilbur and Tommy had to go- Wil lost the fuckin’ election, I couldn’t honestly have kept him around-
Listen, man, I’ll figure it out. We got campaign plans, the VP and I. This shit isn’t over til I say it’s over. I don’t care if you gave up, or succumbed to alcoholism, or whatever the fuck- I’m not gonna be like that. I just won’t be.
Yeah one would think they have it under control.
schlatt said messing with his fingers annoyed by the stupidity from the younger him
And we both know we were drinking ourself blind DURING the election.
his voice got rougher around the word during.
What we did during the election doesn’t fuckin’ matter- we still got into office, didn’t we?
[When Schlatt thinks back to then, he is mildly dismayed to find the memories come few and far between.
He hadn’t been that drunk, surely. It’d been a good time. Things with Quackity had been good, he had been so occupied with the thrill of getting away with something, taking a nation that wasn’t his-]
I do have it under control. I don’t know about you, and your shortcomings, but my cabinet and I got it covered.
schlatt yanks his hands away
i’m not over reacting on bit you need to be better then me.
I have every intention of being better than you.
[His Manberg will not end like this. His Manberg will not end at all, if he has any say in the matter.
He makes a mental note to check over his VP's campaign plans, once he returns home. They'd explained them to him, sure, but he hadn't been paying any fucking attention. It's clear now that he needs to take at least a slightly more involved approach to leadership.
For the present moment, anyway. Once they're out of this crisis, he can get back to reaping the benefits of being the most powerful man in the country.]
Sorry about your shit, but I'm not a fuckin' pussy.
...I don't suppose you could vote for me in the midterms, though, could you?
...are you fucking serious ...youre acting so petty ooh I see why the nation fell.
Schlatt says sitting back down in his seat shaking his head.
No, I'm going to be dead. I can't vote for you.
What’s up, big guy?
- @president-of-manberg
Nothing much.. Yknow the usual boring never-ending mounds of paper work
What, you don’t have a guy to do the paperwork for ya? My VP does all that shit. I don’t even look at it.
You should take a break, y’know, hit the gym.
I do, but he's been lacking ass lately and I told him he was the one who needed to hit the gym, so for once I"m actually taking care of my country
Damn, that’s a tough break.
Can’t he do the paperwork and hit the gym? Or- y’know what, why not let my vice president do your paperwork? It’s probably all the same shit, right?
Is it the same shit?...I mean hell what do I care. hand it to him I guess.
Go ahead and put it on their desk, they’ll fuckin’ figure it out.
I assume we’re doing all the same shit… I don’t know, how is it in your Manberg?
my manberg is running smoothly as of right now, figuring out everything with how to deal with dream, and Wilbur and Tommy. And alright ill do just that.
Same here, brother. We’ve got a little publicity problem going on, as well- but it’s under control. I’m handling it.
You know how it is, people wanna complain about how I came to power. Starting all these fuckin’ rumors. It’s fuckin’ unbelievable.
thats what im sayin man
Yeah, you get it.
Well, y’know- I’ll get that paperwork to ya whenever my fuckin’ schmuck of a VP gets it done. Feel free to drop by the office anytime.
Will do. Thanks me. Is your VP that bad?
Anytime, also me.
They’re not so bad. They work pretty fuckin’ hard, they’re loyal- I mean, I’d be hard pressed to find much better. But I’d hate to boost their ego too much, y’know?
I’m the big guy, they’re the little guy. Don’t wanna give em too much credit.
That's understandable big guy
I love mine to death , but its just how it works
They gotta know their place.
[He pauses, considering a moment. There is a question he would like to ask, has wanted to ask for some time now- and who is a more trustworthy recipient than himself?]
How- and I’m just asking a hypothetical, here- can you be sure you can trust em? Vice presidents, I mean.
I trust mine, but i dont really care what happens to this shitty nation, its , at this point, him im just here for shows.
he says taking out a cigarette out and trying to light it with a almost dead lighter
[He is, for the briefest of moments, uncomfortable with the man before him.
Strange, when that’s him. He had always thought- or maybe he used to think, before- that there was no one out there more trustworthy than himself. Everyone else was to be kept at arm’s length, if that.
He doesn’t distrust this version, not really, but-]
So, what, you gave up?
[It is strange to think there is a world where Manberg is not his crowning achievement.]
You want- a better light, for that?
wouldnt say I gave up… rather I'm in to deep with drinking and I know I am, I try putting this act on like I'm fine but…lets be honest.
He says nodding when asked if he'd like a better light for the cigarette
[To be honest, he isn’t sure what to say to that.
This could be him, easily. This could be what waits for him, presumably if he continues down this path.
He offers his own lighter- engraved, in gold, with his initials. An inauguration present, from his vice president. They wouldn’t let this happen to him, surely. They would fuckin’ leave him long, long before they ever let him succumb to his vices-
He cannot ignore the sudden terror at the idea of being left alone.]
Damn, man. That’s- I mean, I get it. I think. Could never be me- [but it could, easily-] but I get it, y’know?
Hold that cabinet close. you never know when an arrow is going to go through that heart of yours.
schlatt said solemnly knowing what's coming but had little care, this nation was a shit hole and he had lied that it was going smoothly it was falling to shit in his hands. He was power hungry, but being a drunk fuck didn't help run a nation. not. one. bit.
They wouldn’t let that fuckin’ happen to me.
[Schlatt speaks without thinking, and finds himself having to pause to consider. Would they, really? Bee, his right hand man, his second in command- would they really step in, if the worst were to come to pass?
He watches this other version of himself, and is reminded, once again, of his philosophy. There has never been, will never be, anyone he can trust but himself.]
They aren’t- gonna have a choice. That shit isn’t happening to me- the rebellion, or whatever the fuck? They aren’t gonna touch me.
[It is unclear which version of himself he is trying harder to convince.]
You'd be surprised big man..
Schlatt said taking a long drag of his cigarette and blowing it upwards.
You really can't trust shit in this shit hole. it went down hill so fast.
I don't trust shit- listen, you don't have to tell me twice.
[The thought occurs- not for the first time, though he usually tries to disregard it- that this is the beginning of the end. That the growing rebellion will push him out of office and there will be nothing he can do to save himself.
He has not spent hours coming up with plans, delegating tasks to his cabinet for nothing. He will not let it be for nothing.]
What did you do wrong, for it to end up like this? I mean, it must've been something- help me out, big guy, tell me what not to do.
its simple. I exiled Wilbur and Tommy, I tore down he walls.
He said taking another drag, at this point the cigarette was almost done so he just put it out on the desk leaving the smell of burning varnish and a small mark on the desk.
[Well.
It is a little late to stop himself from doing any of that now. Even if he wanted to- which he assuredly does not.
The nation is his to do with what he pleases. The nation must stay his.
He will figure it out on his own. The mistakes of the man before him will not be repeated with his own Manberg.]
I’m not taking that shit back. Wilbur and Tommy had to go- Wil lost the fuckin’ election, I couldn’t honestly have kept him around-
Listen, man, I’ll figure it out. We got campaign plans, the VP and I. This shit isn’t over til I say it’s over. I don’t care if you gave up, or succumbed to alcoholism, or whatever the fuck- I’m not gonna be like that. I just won’t be.
Yeah one would think they have it under control.
schlatt said messing with his fingers annoyed by the stupidity from the younger him
And we both know we were drinking ourself blind DURING the election.
his voice got rougher around the word during.
What we did during the election doesn’t fuckin’ matter- we still got into office, didn’t we?
[When Schlatt thinks back to then, he is mildly dismayed to find the memories come few and far between.
He hadn’t been that drunk, surely. It’d been a good time. Things with Quackity had been good, he had been so occupied with the thrill of getting away with something, taking a nation that wasn’t his-]
I do have it under control. I don’t know about you, and your shortcomings, but my cabinet and I got it covered.
schlatt yanks his hands away
i’m not over reacting on bit you need to be better then me.
schlartt 🤤🤤
Ooc: Now wth
What’s up, big guy?
- @president-of-manberg
Nothing much.. Yknow the usual boring never-ending mounds of paper work
What, you don’t have a guy to do the paperwork for ya? My VP does all that shit. I don’t even look at it.
You should take a break, y’know, hit the gym.
I do, but he's been lacking ass lately and I told him he was the one who needed to hit the gym, so for once I"m actually taking care of my country
Damn, that’s a tough break.
Can’t he do the paperwork and hit the gym? Or- y’know what, why not let my vice president do your paperwork? It’s probably all the same shit, right?
Is it the same shit?...I mean hell what do I care. hand it to him I guess.
Go ahead and put it on their desk, they’ll fuckin’ figure it out.
I assume we’re doing all the same shit… I don’t know, how is it in your Manberg?
my manberg is running smoothly as of right now, figuring out everything with how to deal with dream, and Wilbur and Tommy. And alright ill do just that.
Same here, brother. We’ve got a little publicity problem going on, as well- but it’s under control. I’m handling it.
You know how it is, people wanna complain about how I came to power. Starting all these fuckin’ rumors. It’s fuckin’ unbelievable.
thats what im sayin man
Yeah, you get it.
Well, y’know- I’ll get that paperwork to ya whenever my fuckin’ schmuck of a VP gets it done. Feel free to drop by the office anytime.
Will do. Thanks me. Is your VP that bad?
Anytime, also me.
They’re not so bad. They work pretty fuckin’ hard, they’re loyal- I mean, I’d be hard pressed to find much better. But I’d hate to boost their ego too much, y’know?
I’m the big guy, they’re the little guy. Don’t wanna give em too much credit.
That's understandable big guy
I love mine to death , but its just how it works
They gotta know their place.
[He pauses, considering a moment. There is a question he would like to ask, has wanted to ask for some time now- and who is a more trustworthy recipient than himself?]
How- and I’m just asking a hypothetical, here- can you be sure you can trust em? Vice presidents, I mean.
I trust mine, but i dont really care what happens to this shitty nation, its , at this point, him im just here for shows.
he says taking out a cigarette out and trying to light it with a almost dead lighter
[He is, for the briefest of moments, uncomfortable with the man before him.
Strange, when that’s him. He had always thought- or maybe he used to think, before- that there was no one out there more trustworthy than himself. Everyone else was to be kept at arm’s length, if that.
He doesn’t distrust this version, not really, but-]
So, what, you gave up?
[It is strange to think there is a world where Manberg is not his crowning achievement.]
You want- a better light, for that?
wouldnt say I gave up… rather I'm in to deep with drinking and I know I am, I try putting this act on like I'm fine but…lets be honest.
He says nodding when asked if he'd like a better light for the cigarette
[To be honest, he isn’t sure what to say to that.
This could be him, easily. This could be what waits for him, presumably if he continues down this path.
He offers his own lighter- engraved, in gold, with his initials. An inauguration present, from his vice president. They wouldn’t let this happen to him, surely. They would fuckin’ leave him long, long before they ever let him succumb to his vices-
He cannot ignore the sudden terror at the idea of being left alone.]
Damn, man. That’s- I mean, I get it. I think. Could never be me- [but it could, easily-] but I get it, y’know?
Hold that cabinet close. you never know when an arrow is going to go through that heart of yours.
schlatt said solemnly knowing what's coming but had little care, this nation was a shit hole and he had lied that it was going smoothly it was falling to shit in his hands. He was power hungry, but being a drunk fuck didn't help run a nation. not. one. bit.
They wouldn’t let that fuckin’ happen to me.
[Schlatt speaks without thinking, and finds himself having to pause to consider. Would they, really? Bee, his right hand man, his second in command- would they really step in, if the worst were to come to pass?
He watches this other version of himself, and is reminded, once again, of his philosophy. There has never been, will never be, anyone he can trust but himself.]
They aren’t- gonna have a choice. That shit isn’t happening to me- the rebellion, or whatever the fuck? They aren’t gonna touch me.
[It is unclear which version of himself he is trying harder to convince.]
You'd be surprised big man..
Schlatt said taking a long drag of his cigarette and blowing it upwards.
You really can't trust shit in this shit hole. it went down hill so fast.
I don't trust shit- listen, you don't have to tell me twice.
[The thought occurs- not for the first time, though he usually tries to disregard it- that this is the beginning of the end. That the growing rebellion will push him out of office and there will be nothing he can do to save himself.
He has not spent hours coming up with plans, delegating tasks to his cabinet for nothing. He will not let it be for nothing.]
What did you do wrong, for it to end up like this? I mean, it must've been something- help me out, big guy, tell me what not to do.
its simple. I exiled Wilbur and Tommy, I tore down he walls.
He said taking another drag, at this point the cigarette was almost done so he just put it out on the desk leaving the smell of burning varnish and a small mark on the desk.
[Well.
It is a little late to stop himself from doing any of that now. Even if he wanted to- which he assuredly does not.
The nation is his to do with what he pleases. The nation must stay his.
He will figure it out on his own. The mistakes of the man before him will not be repeated with his own Manberg.]
I’m not taking that shit back. Wilbur and Tommy had to go- Wil lost the fuckin’ election, I couldn’t honestly have kept him around-
Listen, man, I’ll figure it out. We got campaign plans, the VP and I. This shit isn’t over til I say it’s over. I don’t care if you gave up, or succumbed to alcoholism, or whatever the fuck- I’m not gonna be like that. I just won’t be.
Yeah one would think they have it under control.
schlatt said messing with his fingers annoyed by the stupidity from the younger him
And we both know we were drinking ourself blind DURING the election.
his voice got rougher around the word during.
What we did during the election doesn’t fuckin’ matter- we still got into office, didn’t we?
[When Schlatt thinks back to then, he is mildly dismayed to find the memories come few and far between.
He hadn’t been that drunk, surely. It’d been a good time. Things with Quackity had been good, he had been so occupied with the thrill of getting away with something, taking a nation that wasn’t his-]
I do have it under control. I don’t know about you, and your shortcomings, but my cabinet and I got it covered.
yeah...covered? Well the festivals tomorrow and I just CAN'T wait for what they plan on doing to me. He's pointed a gun to the back of my head I know what's going to happen.
Schlatt said grabbing the other version of him by the coller of his nice suit.
Turn yourself around before you end up dying and making an ass out of yourself.
What’s up, big guy?
- @president-of-manberg
Nothing much.. Yknow the usual boring never-ending mounds of paper work
What, you don’t have a guy to do the paperwork for ya? My VP does all that shit. I don’t even look at it.
You should take a break, y’know, hit the gym.
I do, but he's been lacking ass lately and I told him he was the one who needed to hit the gym, so for once I"m actually taking care of my country
Damn, that’s a tough break.
Can’t he do the paperwork and hit the gym? Or- y’know what, why not let my vice president do your paperwork? It’s probably all the same shit, right?
Is it the same shit?...I mean hell what do I care. hand it to him I guess.
Go ahead and put it on their desk, they’ll fuckin’ figure it out.
I assume we’re doing all the same shit… I don’t know, how is it in your Manberg?
my manberg is running smoothly as of right now, figuring out everything with how to deal with dream, and Wilbur and Tommy. And alright ill do just that.
Same here, brother. We’ve got a little publicity problem going on, as well- but it’s under control. I’m handling it.
You know how it is, people wanna complain about how I came to power. Starting all these fuckin’ rumors. It’s fuckin’ unbelievable.
thats what im sayin man
Yeah, you get it.
Well, y’know- I’ll get that paperwork to ya whenever my fuckin’ schmuck of a VP gets it done. Feel free to drop by the office anytime.
Will do. Thanks me. Is your VP that bad?
Anytime, also me.
They’re not so bad. They work pretty fuckin’ hard, they’re loyal- I mean, I’d be hard pressed to find much better. But I’d hate to boost their ego too much, y’know?
I’m the big guy, they’re the little guy. Don’t wanna give em too much credit.
That's understandable big guy
I love mine to death , but its just how it works
They gotta know their place.
[He pauses, considering a moment. There is a question he would like to ask, has wanted to ask for some time now- and who is a more trustworthy recipient than himself?]
How- and I’m just asking a hypothetical, here- can you be sure you can trust em? Vice presidents, I mean.
I trust mine, but i dont really care what happens to this shitty nation, its , at this point, him im just here for shows.
he says taking out a cigarette out and trying to light it with a almost dead lighter
[He is, for the briefest of moments, uncomfortable with the man before him.
Strange, when that’s him. He had always thought- or maybe he used to think, before- that there was no one out there more trustworthy than himself. Everyone else was to be kept at arm’s length, if that.
He doesn’t distrust this version, not really, but-]
So, what, you gave up?
[It is strange to think there is a world where Manberg is not his crowning achievement.]
You want- a better light, for that?
wouldnt say I gave up… rather I'm in to deep with drinking and I know I am, I try putting this act on like I'm fine but…lets be honest.
He says nodding when asked if he'd like a better light for the cigarette
[To be honest, he isn’t sure what to say to that.
This could be him, easily. This could be what waits for him, presumably if he continues down this path.
He offers his own lighter- engraved, in gold, with his initials. An inauguration present, from his vice president. They wouldn’t let this happen to him, surely. They would fuckin’ leave him long, long before they ever let him succumb to his vices-
He cannot ignore the sudden terror at the idea of being left alone.]
Damn, man. That’s- I mean, I get it. I think. Could never be me- [but it could, easily-] but I get it, y’know?
Hold that cabinet close. you never know when an arrow is going to go through that heart of yours.
schlatt said solemnly knowing what's coming but had little care, this nation was a shit hole and he had lied that it was going smoothly it was falling to shit in his hands. He was power hungry, but being a drunk fuck didn't help run a nation. not. one. bit.
They wouldn’t let that fuckin’ happen to me.
[Schlatt speaks without thinking, and finds himself having to pause to consider. Would they, really? Bee, his right hand man, his second in command- would they really step in, if the worst were to come to pass?
He watches this other version of himself, and is reminded, once again, of his philosophy. There has never been, will never be, anyone he can trust but himself.]
They aren’t- gonna have a choice. That shit isn’t happening to me- the rebellion, or whatever the fuck? They aren’t gonna touch me.
[It is unclear which version of himself he is trying harder to convince.]
You'd be surprised big man..
Schlatt said taking a long drag of his cigarette and blowing it upwards.
You really can't trust shit in this shit hole. it went down hill so fast.
I don't trust shit- listen, you don't have to tell me twice.
[The thought occurs- not for the first time, though he usually tries to disregard it- that this is the beginning of the end. That the growing rebellion will push him out of office and there will be nothing he can do to save himself.
He has not spent hours coming up with plans, delegating tasks to his cabinet for nothing. He will not let it be for nothing.]
What did you do wrong, for it to end up like this? I mean, it must've been something- help me out, big guy, tell me what not to do.
its simple. I exiled Wilbur and Tommy, I tore down he walls.
He said taking another drag, at this point the cigarette was almost done so he just put it out on the desk leaving the smell of burning varnish and a small mark on the desk.
[Well.
It is a little late to stop himself from doing any of that now. Even if he wanted to- which he assuredly does not.
The nation is his to do with what he pleases. The nation must stay his.
He will figure it out on his own. The mistakes of the man before him will not be repeated with his own Manberg.]
I’m not taking that shit back. Wilbur and Tommy had to go- Wil lost the fuckin’ election, I couldn’t honestly have kept him around-
Listen, man, I’ll figure it out. We got campaign plans, the VP and I. This shit isn’t over til I say it’s over. I don’t care if you gave up, or succumbed to alcoholism, or whatever the fuck- I’m not gonna be like that. I just won’t be.
Yeah one would think they have it under control.
schlatt said messing with his fingers annoyed by the stupidity from the younger him
And we both know we were drinking ourself blind DURING the election.
his voice got rougher around the word during.
What’s up, big guy?
- @president-of-manberg
Nothing much.. Yknow the usual boring never-ending mounds of paper work
What, you don’t have a guy to do the paperwork for ya? My VP does all that shit. I don’t even look at it.
You should take a break, y’know, hit the gym.
I do, but he's been lacking ass lately and I told him he was the one who needed to hit the gym, so for once I"m actually taking care of my country
Damn, that’s a tough break.
Can’t he do the paperwork and hit the gym? Or- y’know what, why not let my vice president do your paperwork? It’s probably all the same shit, right?
Is it the same shit?...I mean hell what do I care. hand it to him I guess.
Go ahead and put it on their desk, they’ll fuckin’ figure it out.
I assume we’re doing all the same shit… I don’t know, how is it in your Manberg?
my manberg is running smoothly as of right now, figuring out everything with how to deal with dream, and Wilbur and Tommy. And alright ill do just that.
Same here, brother. We’ve got a little publicity problem going on, as well- but it’s under control. I’m handling it.
You know how it is, people wanna complain about how I came to power. Starting all these fuckin’ rumors. It’s fuckin’ unbelievable.
thats what im sayin man
Yeah, you get it.
Well, y’know- I’ll get that paperwork to ya whenever my fuckin’ schmuck of a VP gets it done. Feel free to drop by the office anytime.
Will do. Thanks me. Is your VP that bad?
Anytime, also me.
They’re not so bad. They work pretty fuckin’ hard, they’re loyal- I mean, I’d be hard pressed to find much better. But I’d hate to boost their ego too much, y’know?
I’m the big guy, they’re the little guy. Don’t wanna give em too much credit.
That's understandable big guy
I love mine to death , but its just how it works
They gotta know their place.
[He pauses, considering a moment. There is a question he would like to ask, has wanted to ask for some time now- and who is a more trustworthy recipient than himself?]
How- and I’m just asking a hypothetical, here- can you be sure you can trust em? Vice presidents, I mean.
I trust mine, but i dont really care what happens to this shitty nation, its , at this point, him im just here for shows.
he says taking out a cigarette out and trying to light it with a almost dead lighter
[He is, for the briefest of moments, uncomfortable with the man before him.
Strange, when that’s him. He had always thought- or maybe he used to think, before- that there was no one out there more trustworthy than himself. Everyone else was to be kept at arm’s length, if that.
He doesn’t distrust this version, not really, but-]
So, what, you gave up?
[It is strange to think there is a world where Manberg is not his crowning achievement.]
You want- a better light, for that?
wouldnt say I gave up… rather I'm in to deep with drinking and I know I am, I try putting this act on like I'm fine but…lets be honest.
He says nodding when asked if he'd like a better light for the cigarette
[To be honest, he isn’t sure what to say to that.
This could be him, easily. This could be what waits for him, presumably if he continues down this path.
He offers his own lighter- engraved, in gold, with his initials. An inauguration present, from his vice president. They wouldn’t let this happen to him, surely. They would fuckin’ leave him long, long before they ever let him succumb to his vices-
He cannot ignore the sudden terror at the idea of being left alone.]
Damn, man. That’s- I mean, I get it. I think. Could never be me- [but it could, easily-] but I get it, y’know?
Hold that cabinet close. you never know when an arrow is going to go through that heart of yours.
schlatt said solemnly knowing what's coming but had little care, this nation was a shit hole and he had lied that it was going smoothly it was falling to shit in his hands. He was power hungry, but being a drunk fuck didn't help run a nation. not. one. bit.
They wouldn’t let that fuckin’ happen to me.
[Schlatt speaks without thinking, and finds himself having to pause to consider. Would they, really? Bee, his right hand man, his second in command- would they really step in, if the worst were to come to pass?
He watches this other version of himself, and is reminded, once again, of his philosophy. There has never been, will never be, anyone he can trust but himself.]
They aren’t- gonna have a choice. That shit isn’t happening to me- the rebellion, or whatever the fuck? They aren’t gonna touch me.
[It is unclear which version of himself he is trying harder to convince.]
You'd be surprised big man..
Schlatt said taking a long drag of his cigarette and blowing it upwards.
You really can't trust shit in this shit hole. it went down hill so fast.
I don't trust shit- listen, you don't have to tell me twice.
[The thought occurs- not for the first time, though he usually tries to disregard it- that this is the beginning of the end. That the growing rebellion will push him out of office and there will be nothing he can do to save himself.
He has not spent hours coming up with plans, delegating tasks to his cabinet for nothing. He will not let it be for nothing.]
What did you do wrong, for it to end up like this? I mean, it must've been something- help me out, big guy, tell me what not to do.
its simple. I exiled Wilbur and Tommy, I tore down he walls.
He said taking another drag, at this point the cigarette was almost done so he just put it out on the desk leaving the smell of burning varnish and a small mark on the desk.
What’s up, big guy?
- @president-of-manberg
Nothing much.. Yknow the usual boring never-ending mounds of paper work
What, you don’t have a guy to do the paperwork for ya? My VP does all that shit. I don’t even look at it.
You should take a break, y’know, hit the gym.
I do, but he's been lacking ass lately and I told him he was the one who needed to hit the gym, so for once I"m actually taking care of my country
Damn, that’s a tough break.
Can’t he do the paperwork and hit the gym? Or- y’know what, why not let my vice president do your paperwork? It’s probably all the same shit, right?
Is it the same shit?...I mean hell what do I care. hand it to him I guess.
Go ahead and put it on their desk, they’ll fuckin’ figure it out.
I assume we’re doing all the same shit… I don’t know, how is it in your Manberg?
my manberg is running smoothly as of right now, figuring out everything with how to deal with dream, and Wilbur and Tommy. And alright ill do just that.
Same here, brother. We’ve got a little publicity problem going on, as well- but it’s under control. I’m handling it.
You know how it is, people wanna complain about how I came to power. Starting all these fuckin’ rumors. It’s fuckin’ unbelievable.
thats what im sayin man
Yeah, you get it.
Well, y’know- I’ll get that paperwork to ya whenever my fuckin’ schmuck of a VP gets it done. Feel free to drop by the office anytime.
Will do. Thanks me. Is your VP that bad?
Anytime, also me.
They’re not so bad. They work pretty fuckin’ hard, they’re loyal- I mean, I’d be hard pressed to find much better. But I’d hate to boost their ego too much, y’know?
I’m the big guy, they’re the little guy. Don’t wanna give em too much credit.
That's understandable big guy
I love mine to death , but its just how it works
They gotta know their place.
[He pauses, considering a moment. There is a question he would like to ask, has wanted to ask for some time now- and who is a more trustworthy recipient than himself?]
How- and I’m just asking a hypothetical, here- can you be sure you can trust em? Vice presidents, I mean.
I trust mine, but i dont really care what happens to this shitty nation, its , at this point, him im just here for shows.
he says taking out a cigarette out and trying to light it with a almost dead lighter
[He is, for the briefest of moments, uncomfortable with the man before him.
Strange, when that’s him. He had always thought- or maybe he used to think, before- that there was no one out there more trustworthy than himself. Everyone else was to be kept at arm’s length, if that.
He doesn’t distrust this version, not really, but-]
So, what, you gave up?
[It is strange to think there is a world where Manberg is not his crowning achievement.]
You want- a better light, for that?
wouldnt say I gave up… rather I'm in to deep with drinking and I know I am, I try putting this act on like I'm fine but…lets be honest.
He says nodding when asked if he'd like a better light for the cigarette
[To be honest, he isn’t sure what to say to that.
This could be him, easily. This could be what waits for him, presumably if he continues down this path.
He offers his own lighter- engraved, in gold, with his initials. An inauguration present, from his vice president. They wouldn’t let this happen to him, surely. They would fuckin’ leave him long, long before they ever let him succumb to his vices-
He cannot ignore the sudden terror at the idea of being left alone.]
Damn, man. That’s- I mean, I get it. I think. Could never be me- [but it could, easily-] but I get it, y’know?
Hold that cabinet close. you never know when an arrow is going to go through that heart of yours.
schlatt said solemnly knowing what's coming but had little care, this nation was a shit hole and he had lied that it was going smoothly it was falling to shit in his hands. He was power hungry, but being a drunk fuck didn't help run a nation. not. one. bit.
They wouldn’t let that fuckin’ happen to me.
[Schlatt speaks without thinking, and finds himself having to pause to consider. Would they, really? Bee, his right hand man, his second in command- would they really step in, if the worst were to come to pass?
He watches this other version of himself, and is reminded, once again, of his philosophy. There has never been, will never be, anyone he can trust but himself.]
They aren’t- gonna have a choice. That shit isn’t happening to me- the rebellion, or whatever the fuck? They aren’t gonna touch me.
[It is unclear which version of himself he is trying harder to convince.]
You'd be surprised big man..
Schlatt said taking a long drag of his cigarette and blowing it upwards.
You really can't trust shit in this shit hole. it went down hill so fast.
What’s up, big guy?
- @president-of-manberg
Nothing much.. Yknow the usual boring never-ending mounds of paper work
What, you don’t have a guy to do the paperwork for ya? My VP does all that shit. I don’t even look at it.
You should take a break, y’know, hit the gym.
I do, but he's been lacking ass lately and I told him he was the one who needed to hit the gym, so for once I"m actually taking care of my country
Damn, that’s a tough break.
Can’t he do the paperwork and hit the gym? Or- y’know what, why not let my vice president do your paperwork? It’s probably all the same shit, right?
Is it the same shit?...I mean hell what do I care. hand it to him I guess.
Go ahead and put it on their desk, they’ll fuckin’ figure it out.
I assume we’re doing all the same shit… I don’t know, how is it in your Manberg?
my manberg is running smoothly as of right now, figuring out everything with how to deal with dream, and Wilbur and Tommy. And alright ill do just that.
Same here, brother. We’ve got a little publicity problem going on, as well- but it’s under control. I’m handling it.
You know how it is, people wanna complain about how I came to power. Starting all these fuckin’ rumors. It’s fuckin’ unbelievable.
thats what im sayin man
Yeah, you get it.
Well, y’know- I’ll get that paperwork to ya whenever my fuckin’ schmuck of a VP gets it done. Feel free to drop by the office anytime.
Will do. Thanks me. Is your VP that bad?
Anytime, also me.
They’re not so bad. They work pretty fuckin’ hard, they’re loyal- I mean, I’d be hard pressed to find much better. But I’d hate to boost their ego too much, y’know?
I’m the big guy, they’re the little guy. Don’t wanna give em too much credit.
That's understandable big guy
I love mine to death , but its just how it works
They gotta know their place.
[He pauses, considering a moment. There is a question he would like to ask, has wanted to ask for some time now- and who is a more trustworthy recipient than himself?]
How- and I’m just asking a hypothetical, here- can you be sure you can trust em? Vice presidents, I mean.
I trust mine, but i dont really care what happens to this shitty nation, its , at this point, him im just here for shows.
he says taking out a cigarette out and trying to light it with a almost dead lighter
[He is, for the briefest of moments, uncomfortable with the man before him.
Strange, when that’s him. He had always thought- or maybe he used to think, before- that there was no one out there more trustworthy than himself. Everyone else was to be kept at arm’s length, if that.
He doesn’t distrust this version, not really, but-]
So, what, you gave up?
[It is strange to think there is a world where Manberg is not his crowning achievement.]
You want- a better light, for that?
wouldnt say I gave up… rather I'm in to deep with drinking and I know I am, I try putting this act on like I'm fine but…lets be honest.
He says nodding when asked if he'd like a better light for the cigarette
[To be honest, he isn’t sure what to say to that.
This could be him, easily. This could be what waits for him, presumably if he continues down this path.
He offers his own lighter- engraved, in gold, with his initials. An inauguration present, from his vice president. They wouldn’t let this happen to him, surely. They would fuckin’ leave him long, long before they ever let him succumb to his vices-
He cannot ignore the sudden terror at the idea of being left alone.]
Damn, man. That’s- I mean, I get it. I think. Could never be me- [but it could, easily-] but I get it, y’know?
Hold that cabinet close. you never know when an arrow is going to go through that heart of yours.
schlatt said solemnly knowing what's coming but had little care, this nation was a shit hole and he had lied that it was going smoothly it was falling to shit in his hands. He was power hungry, but being a drunk fuck didn't help run a nation. not. one. bit.
What’s up, big guy?
- @president-of-manberg
Nothing much.. Yknow the usual boring never-ending mounds of paper work
What, you don’t have a guy to do the paperwork for ya? My VP does all that shit. I don’t even look at it.
You should take a break, y’know, hit the gym.
I do, but he's been lacking ass lately and I told him he was the one who needed to hit the gym, so for once I"m actually taking care of my country
Damn, that’s a tough break.
Can’t he do the paperwork and hit the gym? Or- y’know what, why not let my vice president do your paperwork? It’s probably all the same shit, right?
Is it the same shit?...I mean hell what do I care. hand it to him I guess.
Go ahead and put it on their desk, they’ll fuckin’ figure it out.
I assume we’re doing all the same shit… I don’t know, how is it in your Manberg?
my manberg is running smoothly as of right now, figuring out everything with how to deal with dream, and Wilbur and Tommy. And alright ill do just that.
Same here, brother. We’ve got a little publicity problem going on, as well- but it’s under control. I’m handling it.
You know how it is, people wanna complain about how I came to power. Starting all these fuckin’ rumors. It’s fuckin’ unbelievable.
thats what im sayin man
Yeah, you get it.
Well, y’know- I’ll get that paperwork to ya whenever my fuckin’ schmuck of a VP gets it done. Feel free to drop by the office anytime.
Will do. Thanks me. Is your VP that bad?
Anytime, also me.
They’re not so bad. They work pretty fuckin’ hard, they’re loyal- I mean, I’d be hard pressed to find much better. But I’d hate to boost their ego too much, y’know?
I’m the big guy, they’re the little guy. Don’t wanna give em too much credit.
That's understandable big guy
I love mine to death , but its just how it works
They gotta know their place.
[He pauses, considering a moment. There is a question he would like to ask, has wanted to ask for some time now- and who is a more trustworthy recipient than himself?]
How- and I’m just asking a hypothetical, here- can you be sure you can trust em? Vice presidents, I mean.
I trust mine, but i dont really care what happens to this shitty nation, its , at this point, him im just here for shows.
he says taking out a cigarette out and trying to light it with a almost dead lighter
[He is, for the briefest of moments, uncomfortable with the man before him.
Strange, when that’s him. He had always thought- or maybe he used to think, before- that there was no one out there more trustworthy than himself. Everyone else was to be kept at arm’s length, if that.
He doesn’t distrust this version, not really, but-]
So, what, you gave up?
[It is strange to think there is a world where Manberg is not his crowning achievement.]
You want- a better light, for that?
wouldnt say I gave up… rather I'm in to deep with drinking and I know I am, I try putting this act on like I'm fine but…lets be honest.
He says nodding when asked if he'd like a better light for the cigarette
What’s up, big guy?
- @president-of-manberg
Nothing much.. Yknow the usual boring never-ending mounds of paper work
What, you don’t have a guy to do the paperwork for ya? My VP does all that shit. I don’t even look at it.
You should take a break, y’know, hit the gym.
I do, but he's been lacking ass lately and I told him he was the one who needed to hit the gym, so for once I"m actually taking care of my country
Damn, that’s a tough break.
Can’t he do the paperwork and hit the gym? Or- y’know what, why not let my vice president do your paperwork? It’s probably all the same shit, right?
Is it the same shit?...I mean hell what do I care. hand it to him I guess.
Go ahead and put it on their desk, they’ll fuckin’ figure it out.
I assume we’re doing all the same shit… I don’t know, how is it in your Manberg?
my manberg is running smoothly as of right now, figuring out everything with how to deal with dream, and Wilbur and Tommy. And alright ill do just that.
Same here, brother. We’ve got a little publicity problem going on, as well- but it’s under control. I’m handling it.
You know how it is, people wanna complain about how I came to power. Starting all these fuckin’ rumors. It’s fuckin’ unbelievable.
thats what im sayin man
Yeah, you get it.
Well, y’know- I’ll get that paperwork to ya whenever my fuckin’ schmuck of a VP gets it done. Feel free to drop by the office anytime.
Will do. Thanks me. Is your VP that bad?
Anytime, also me.
They’re not so bad. They work pretty fuckin’ hard, they’re loyal- I mean, I’d be hard pressed to find much better. But I’d hate to boost their ego too much, y’know?
I’m the big guy, they’re the little guy. Don’t wanna give em too much credit.
That's understandable big guy
I love mine to death , but its just how it works
They gotta know their place.
[He pauses, considering a moment. There is a question he would like to ask, has wanted to ask for some time now- and who is a more trustworthy recipient than himself?]
How- and I’m just asking a hypothetical, here- can you be sure you can trust em? Vice presidents, I mean.
I trust mine, but i dont really care what happens to this shitty nation, its , at this point, him im just here for shows.
he says taking out a cigarette out and trying to light it with a almost dead lighter
What’s up, big guy?
- @president-of-manberg
Nothing much.. Yknow the usual boring never-ending mounds of paper work
What, you don’t have a guy to do the paperwork for ya? My VP does all that shit. I don’t even look at it.
You should take a break, y’know, hit the gym.
I do, but he's been lacking ass lately and I told him he was the one who needed to hit the gym, so for once I"m actually taking care of my country
Damn, that’s a tough break.
Can’t he do the paperwork and hit the gym? Or- y’know what, why not let my vice president do your paperwork? It’s probably all the same shit, right?
Is it the same shit?...I mean hell what do I care. hand it to him I guess.
Go ahead and put it on their desk, they’ll fuckin’ figure it out.
I assume we’re doing all the same shit… I don’t know, how is it in your Manberg?
my manberg is running smoothly as of right now, figuring out everything with how to deal with dream, and Wilbur and Tommy. And alright ill do just that.
Same here, brother. We’ve got a little publicity problem going on, as well- but it’s under control. I’m handling it.
You know how it is, people wanna complain about how I came to power. Starting all these fuckin’ rumors. It’s fuckin’ unbelievable.
thats what im sayin man
Yeah, you get it.
Well, y’know- I’ll get that paperwork to ya whenever my fuckin’ schmuck of a VP gets it done. Feel free to drop by the office anytime.
Will do. Thanks me. Is your VP that bad?
Anytime, also me.
They’re not so bad. They work pretty fuckin’ hard, they’re loyal- I mean, I’d be hard pressed to find much better. But I’d hate to boost their ego too much, y’know?
I’m the big guy, they’re the little guy. Don’t wanna give em too much credit.
That's understandable big guy
I love mine to death , but its just how it works
What’s up, big guy?
- @president-of-manberg
Nothing much.. Yknow the usual boring never-ending mounds of paper work
What, you don’t have a guy to do the paperwork for ya? My VP does all that shit. I don’t even look at it.
You should take a break, y’know, hit the gym.
I do, but he's been lacking ass lately and I told him he was the one who needed to hit the gym, so for once I"m actually taking care of my country
Damn, that’s a tough break.
Can’t he do the paperwork and hit the gym? Or- y’know what, why not let my vice president do your paperwork? It’s probably all the same shit, right?
Is it the same shit?...I mean hell what do I care. hand it to him I guess.
Go ahead and put it on their desk, they’ll fuckin’ figure it out.
I assume we’re doing all the same shit… I don’t know, how is it in your Manberg?
my manberg is running smoothly as of right now, figuring out everything with how to deal with dream, and Wilbur and Tommy. And alright ill do just that.
Same here, brother. We’ve got a little publicity problem going on, as well- but it’s under control. I’m handling it.
You know how it is, people wanna complain about how I came to power. Starting all these fuckin’ rumors. It’s fuckin’ unbelievable.
thats what im sayin man
Yeah, you get it.
Well, y’know- I’ll get that paperwork to ya whenever my fuckin’ schmuck of a VP gets it done. Feel free to drop by the office anytime.
Will do. Thanks me. Is your VP that bad?
