How didn’t you become GM? I didn’t vote for you.
The lady of the lake. Her arm clad in shimmering saymite held aloft Excalibur. Signifying by diving province that I am to be your GM.
Look, strange women, lying in ponds is no basis for a system of corporate leadership! Executive decision power derives from a mandate from the masses not some farsicle aquatic ceremony.
If I claimed to be Emperor because some moistened bint lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
Bud Adams told me the franchise he admired the most was the Kansas City Chiefs. Then he asked for more hookers and blow.