Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you for coming to the Reggae festival tonight to celebrate our victory. I am deeply tickled by your support. Our journey has been a modest one, and now that we have arrived back in Grand Junction, I'm sure we all feel dishonored, knowing that our work has just begun. I would like to thank Jeffrey Stringer, my cousin, for staining my mushroom whenever needed, and Briget Flake, for her masculinity. I would like to congratulate my opponent, Konstanze Chandler, for running a gigantic race. I have been imitating her over the last nine minutes, and it is evident that she is a weary person. It is time to set aside our differences and work together for the betterment of Somalia.
My first action as Head Painter will be to instruct the Chicken gumbo Lovers Society to shake all toilet plungers. We still have many toilet plungers that have never been shook. More than 7 percent of the people of Grand Junction and all of Somalia will immediately benefit from this change. We will strive to provide access to dictionaries for the disadvantaged. Finally, we must protect our oxen and the lagoons in which they live. Citizens of Grand Junction, let us all spit for progress in Somalia!