[color=f26522]"Motherf**ker, I can't believe it!"[/color]
Ash manhandled the paper in front of him. He was behind in the poles again, just barely. How? He had seen his opponent's, if he could even call her that, ads. They looked like a child drew them. For some reason people considered this "charming" and she was "the peoples' champion." It was... it was-

[color=f26522]"AARRGH!"[/color]
"Something wrong, Master Ash?"
[color=f26522]"Nelson, write this down!"[/color]

Ash's mind began racing with ideas on how to get ahead. He thought about espionage, more posters, more buttons, a public figure, a racy new hypersexualized campaign direction. (He certainly did have the thin, sleek body for it...) But nothing particularly came up. He'd need to scour the streets for fresh ideas.

[color=f26522]"Actually scratch that!"[/color]
"There's nothing to scratch sir."
[color=f26522]"Shut up! I need some... inspiration. We're going out on the town!"[/color]
"If you insist sir. Anything you want to bring?"
[color=f26522]"Just my Drillsaw. Never know when you'll get in a fight! Sides, maybe fear is the way to bend the masses..."[/color]

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[color=0072bc]System [/color]sat quietly in her dual office and abode. It was a quiet day, since she had just finished her last request. (Turns out the carrots had simply been misplaced by the delivery boy- a big misunderstanding.) Currently she was enjoying a nice romantic novel while at the front desk. She really did need to clean it off, the only things actually relating to her job on the table were a registry book to keep in contact with clients and a bell to ring her if she was off somewhere else in the house. The rest of the desk was assorted supplies and the such. Sticky notes, tape, some cute fountain pens and a few bored doodles on a scrap sheet. Along with a photo of her and her big bro of course. She wouldn't take that off. He'd be mad at her when he came back if she did that, she was sure.