THE GODWALKER, behind his desk, the smoke from the lit tip of his third cigar flowing through the dim lighting and the dark tapestry of the office.
It's a high chair he sits in, one of impeccable velvet finishing. Across him and from his desk a greedy gnome of a man sits- his hair graying, his eyes shifty and dirty. This is SENATOR JOHN ERPENBACH, a scheming Democrat from the socialist haven of Middleton, Wisconsin.
THE GODWALKER whispers into the ear of his spokesman, CULLEN WERWIE- just a real weaselly asshole.
Erpenbach clears his throat, then-CULLEN WERWIE
The Godwalker will hear your overture now.
The Godwalker's gold watch jangles on his wrist as he motions for Werwie to lean in. The Godwalker again whispers into his ear.SENATOR ERPENBACH
Godwalker, on behalf of public union employees in our great state, I am privileged to inform you that they have agreed to the monetary conditions of your budget repair bill at both the state and local level.
CULLEN WERWIE
Continue.
The Godwalker shifts in his chair, considering the proposal- his head tilts back, his chin raises up, he squints in a way of Roman nobility. His eyes widen- he's reached a decision.SENATOR ERPENBACH
For accepting your monetary demands, the public-union employees only ask that their rights to collective bargain for matters other than wages remain intact and unabridged. I feel this is a fair and wholly reasonable solution.
The Godwalker leans forward, stretching the fabric of his impeccably-tailored suit... and begins an enormous coughing fit. We're talking moments after being saved from drowning. With one long snort and interior sucking up of the phlegm now in the back of his throat, The Godwalker stands...
...and spits an unfathomable, disgusting mess in Senator Erpenbach's face.
CULLEN WERWIE
The Governor tells you to go fuck yourself.
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