Well, friends, I'm going to write a book. This book is going to be fandangtastic. It will be ACTION PACKED and ADVENTUROUS and have ROMANCE and LOTS OF OTHER THINGS!!!
Of course, this will be a slow process, as novels take many many decades to write. Also, I'm going to write one chapter today and then the next one probably in 2 months when I think of it again.
So, without further delay....
Chapter 1
It was a dark and stormy night in the Capitol. Or Capital. Whichever one means city. The People were sleeping. Sleep is always good on dark and stormy nights. It keeps you out of Trouble.
And Trouble was definitely not a place to be on this night.
Dirk Dirk Boberk was a mighty fine man. So fine that if he turned sideways in the shower he would go down the drain. That was obviously just literary humor. Dirk (or Kirk as some people called him) (you can call him Dirk) was a tall man. He was a fine tall man.
With a gun.
Dirk carried his gun in an old backpack held together with duct tape and SuperGlue. This was probably in violation of some Federal Laws, but Dirk didn't care.
He was the President.
With a gun.
He was the President with a gun. Dirk.
"Mr. President," an aide bursted through the door to tell him, "New York is gone!"
"I'm the president?" Dirk wondered aloud.
"Yes sir, for 7 years now."
"Oh. Great. Hold a press conference to spread the news. As for New York, where has it gone?"
Jye Normus, the Vice President piped up, "We think the Cubans have stolen it, sir."
"Ok... are we sure though. Did anyone check with Phoenix? Maybe New York is staying over with Arizona."
But no one had checked.
---End Chapter 1---
I think this has Oscar written all over it. Especially since I used up my Sharpie doing it.
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