Thambo Weki had just landed at 0301. The security posted at the front gate had just heart the Oryx military bird take off to pick up some other general or politican. Ma’Weki arrived to a prepared setup courtesy of his butler. Shower, change of clothes and he proceeded to his desk to write another amazing piece of policy. Of course this process of initiate genius couldn’t even take off without a good single-malt and a pipe stuffed with magic inspiration.
“Ah, those were the good days!” the Butler recited more such stories to his kids while paging through the Sowetan. “Now all you hear is about The Federation being under the complete control of the Dark Prince and Nantla growing in power and darkness”. “Maybe i should move to Australia!!!!!”
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