RT-CB's positronic microwheels whir quietly for a moment before he concludes that working as a magician's assistant could be a great publicity move. He laser-prints his signature on the contract before signalling to the Great Zenefredi, who has already begun pulling out a long string of colored handkerchiefs from his mouth, at the end of which is a pen that he uses to sign. A slightly disgusted Bookwyrm accepts the contract, looks it over, and hands it to the Puzzlemaster, who whistles at the sight of it.
"A booking at the grand hall? That's a tall order, but I think we can pull it off."
"THE GRAND HALL?!" screams Trent. "Why, sonny, back in my day, we had to nearly kill to get a billing like that, and you're telling me the Tin Man and the hocus pocus yokel can control the whole block that easy?"
"Oh, come on. It's not like I'm in charge of this thing," replies the Puzzlemaster. "I mean, I am, but it's not like that. The policy's a little fascist, sure, but-"
"This is wack, yo!" cries Flub. "Y'all seein' this? People makin' contracts and shizzit and edgin' everyone else out the track! How long we gonna let this happen?"
The room is now on the verge of chaos, with arguments and murmurs of displeasure from every side.
"Settle down, dahlings! Settle down!" yells Bookwyrm above the din. "There is no need for this fussing! You will all be stars!"
"How do we know who to trust? My glorious, rippling muscles are usually enough to bring the truth out of any man, woman, or comic-reading child, but now I'm feeling....insecure!" bursts Apollo, in a dramatic fit of tears.
"There, there," rings out the mechanical voice of RT-CB. "I will solve everything. Through my computation powers and given the facts so far, I can safely calculate who should sign the next contract. One moment, please..."
The government has passed a fascist policy.
rtcvb32 must select the next president. After the selected president's government is approved or disapproved, the presidency will return to the normal turn order (i.e. it will pass to flubbucket).
From this point onwards, if Hitler is elected as chancellor, the fascists will win.
Post edited February 14, 2019 by zeogold