After being described at last night's dead dog party as a "seasoned political operator" I appear to have been made Chancellor of the Universe.
Not that this surprises me, of course. I always knew that my natural apptitude for embezzlement would finally be rewarded.
Now I hold the purse strings. My budget will largely comprise generous tax breaks for convention-going apocrypha together with heavy finanacial penalities for anyone using the word "plushie" or "toy". I haven't decided what to do about those bloody beeblebears yet - think I'll wait until the nightmares go away.
Unlike that other duo, I think my new boss and I will get along fine. I googled him today and discovered he is the origin of a quote which defines my personal world view:
"I may be small but allow me to remind you that only serves to put me at castration level."
Well it works for me.
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