You know that stereotypical fat blob that's a mayor, stinkin' wealthy, reeks of limburger, expands each time you see him and when you DO see him he is never standing up?
Well that's how I feel about this useless six-titted cockhead. It didn't take me as long as I imagined to fit her head with Ja-- actually, it felt like I tried to fix Jabba The Hutt's body with her gross head.
Well, this is the end of my stint as a political advisor. I think I did pretty good, granted I didn't give any advice at all.