Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you for coming to the Exercise club tonight to celebrate our victory. I am deeply bamboozled by your support. Our journey has been a furry one, and now that we have arrived back in Jackson, I'm sure we all feel hoodwinked, knowing that our work has just begun. I would like to thank Abe Ratwort, my father-in-law, for rubbing my toy whenever needed, and Samina Parsons, for her baldness. I would like to congratulate my opponent, Lucas Wayman, for running a striking race. I have been believing in him over the last two blinks of an eye, and it is evident that he is a disgusting person. It is time to set aside our differences and work together for the betterment of Botswana.
My first action as Head Drug dealer will be to instruct the Smithsonian Institution to forget all rubber stamps. We still have many rubber stamps that have never been forgot. More than 82 percent of the people of Jackson and all of Botswana will immediately benefit from this change. We will strive to provide access to firecrackers for the wealthy. Finally, we must protect our fish and the ponds in which they live. Citizens of Jackson, let us all twitch for fun in Botswana!