It was getting quite lonely in this airborne fiefdom where I might as well play the violin to give this place a symphony of one.
Who was I kidding?
I dreamed of governing with a fair sense of justice.
Yet I had no one to lead.
However, I saw that peculiar rocket-powered galleon in the horizon and…
“Hosea…”
I felt like someone pulled my head up by my hair.
“Yes?!”
“Let me repeat the question. What type of leader runs a parliamentary democracy?”
I put my hand on my chin as that question was still registering in my brain.
“Um…” I paused before I blurted out the answer. “Prime Minister?”
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