While the rest of the cast watches on in horror, as the main actor stumbles on stage with sunken eyes darkened by black rings around his glinting, blinking, lost in space glare.
The supporting actors and actress's are whispering with watchfull eye, the movements, of the main actor as he stumbles across the stage, while considering his (G.W's) dwindling support.
I have been considering this whole drama of political intrique as a "b" rated broadway play, I can hear the music playing somewhere behind the screen like a Sousa marching drill.
Dumm dummm de dumm da di de da dum dumb, beeep beep be da, please clap cymbals, any how,
flip it over and see the rest of the play!
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