Preston staggered his way into the office. Some young hooligan hadn't held the elevator for him, no matter. He was feeling good, he was good. That morning shot had done him well. Old politicians trick, you know? A little extra courage before a big race.
Everyone did it back home. Of course no one talked about it either. You had to keep form naturally. Preston looked around. There he was, interesting looking man. He seemed to be in charge none the less.
"Excuse me, I need you to put me in touch with someone who can handle applications. Name is Manning."
"I'm from Alberta, Liberty, lovely country. You've never seen better bovine genetics. I've got some flight experience, and a stint in the Liberty Navy. Though I've always been a man of words."
"Whats that? Why do I want to join?"
"Well see, I was in bed, dreaming, quite happily. I'd gone on business to Quebec, and if you've ever been you'll understand its a hard working place. You gotta be made of some hard stuff to do business there. But at the end of the day you play hard."
"So there we were, having a few gentlemanly drinks after securing the contract. And there was this woman, beautiful, really. She was dancing with these feathers, shaking her way through my head. She got down to her top, and was well undoing it."
"And like I said, this was in Quebec, and they're different down there. Loose with their morals. So she unbuttons the last of it, and pull it off. But do you know what I saw? JOIN MM! in big, bold, ample letters."
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