"What do you mean 'a beast  Nicolas Sarkozy'?!" He yelled into the phone as he sat in his room in his small New York apartment, he launched the phone into the wall in anger, completely destroying it. He began to think about what kind of beast could've made it to France and kill the former President. 'I need to get over there.' He thought as he quickly packed his bag, and carried his axe to his car in the back alley. Then he quickly drove to a shipping yard and met with one of his close contacts. After a few days on the wretched boat, he was in France. "Now the fun begins."