Heil Cyrus!

They Grey House has, more or less, ghosted the rest of Lincoln City. It's as if it was trying to hide...

In the Oval Office, Sally Langston, the Vice President, works like a robot. She might as well be a robot. She's mentally possessed. As much as Cyrus and his partners would love to run the country themselves, they doubt that most of their subjects would understand it, if the news told them that the Grey House was being manned by three gay elephantfish…

Rightists can be kinda racist. They'd just HATE to hear that a non-human is on the throne of the NAU...

Seems ironic, though; rightists being racist against elephantfishes… Has racism finally turned on itself, as all the critics say it will?

The Chief Justice storms in, in a fury. She demands an explanation, as to how the hell the Grey House is interpreting the North American Union's laws without approval from the judiciary.

The elephantfish tell her to wait, as they fetch Vice President Langston. They swim to another area of the tank, and pretend not to exist for a few moments...

In their absence, the Chief Justice looks around. She looks up, and sees a pink Nazi banner hanging from one of the buttresses...

She scoffs. "A pink Nazi banner?! Who does the President think he is? This is a fucking democracy!"

Through the Grey House, an eerie draft blows. Only the Chief Justice feels it...

Like a charm, the critical expression vanishes from her face. She looks up at the banner, smiles, and sighs happily.

"Ah," she smiles. "A pink Nazi banner! The President must be one of the greatest men of all time! This must be a monarchy, and he must be our king!"

In the shadows, the three elephantfish laugh, telepathically. Behind them, Vice President Langston keeps slaving away at President Grant II's work...

"Screw Jesus," she mutters. "Anyone who seriously thinks that HE'S the messiah is a traitor to our nation's glorious flag!" She looks at her watch. "What am I even doing here? I'm supposed to be at the Supreme Court!" With that, she shrugs, and leaves...

In her absence, the elephantfish resume their conspiring. And, they plot their next threesome.

PRESIDENT GRANT II IS GOING TO HAVE A FIT, Novak reminds them, WHEN HE COMES BACK.

I THINK YOU MEAN, Cyrus narrows his fish eyes, best he can, "IF" HE COMES BACK.

IF, Ambroso echoes. "IF" IS GOOD...

Again, telepathically, the elephantfish laugh. In the President's chair, the Vice President can hear, and she despairs on the inside...but physically, she can't react.