Apollo Jones does an exaggerated flex of his arm before bringing his hand upon his chiseled chin in a thinking pose. This action seems to be quite taxing upon him, and he wipes away a bead of sweat before extending his well-oiled arm muscles to point at the Great Zenefredi.
"Come, my friend! With you as my promotional sidekick, we shall show the world that having beautiful muscles like mine can be achieved without magic (or tricks, or unpleasant bending)!"
With a great grunt, he lifts the pen into the air and exaggeratedly brings it forcefully down upon the paper before giving a few mighty strokes of his wrist to sign the contract. He holds out the paper and pen to Zenefredi, who merely reaches into his coat and pulls out the contract (with the Prime Form's signature on it) and leaves a very confused Apollo staring at the now-blank piece of paper in his hand. Zenefredi signs with the tip of his wand and Bookwyrm examines the work.
"Very nice, dahlings. Very liberal style to the work. I like it. But we are not through! We must have more! MORE!"
The Puzzlemaster, seemingly finally taking notice of the fact that there are other people in the room, tries in vain to pretend as if he's part of the conversation to make it seem like he was paying attention.
"Yes! More! Break a leg! The show must go on! Viva Las Vegas! There's no business like show business! Bring on the next president!"
"President?"
"Contract!"

The government has passed a liberal policy.
The current president is PookaMustard, who must pick a chancellor. The chancellor cannot be anybody who was part of the previous government (SirPrimalform and ZFR).