“I hope you’re not here to push for gun control,” Stanley offers immediately upon arrival, scanning the new found visitor at the hallways of the White House. Not his visitor, necessarily, but if so they should know better than to block his way. “The interns,” – and if the word comes with disdain, it was meant that way – “already exhausted me on that.”
“Ohh, no, no, no, no, no, no,” Gabriel chirrups, before softly pointing his phone towards Stanley. “I’m actually here to tell POTUS all about the collectivisation scheme in the works since college when my dorm mates and I were smoking copious amounts of marijuana.” Although, it seriously dawns on Gabriel that a serious push for gun control would be more difficult with cabinet members like Stanley around. “Are you busy? Perhaps, I could exhaust you on another topic of your choice. You’ve still got the stamina to stomach it, don’t you?”








