The President Calls on All Loyal Members

You thought I dead! I fool you big time!

Eleven days lying in a state. I tell you that some hangover.

That French Cognac sure got big kick. Serve me right for drinking cheap stuff - that muck only $10,000 a bottle. No wonder I Kim Jong very bloody Il. I sick as dog (mmm...that making me peckish).

Anyway, you get message. You stuck with same old President whatever happen, get it?

So now you come to annual general plenary session of people's socialist representatives thingy...whatever...and you clap me for like, six hours or something. Then I get back to brandy 'cos you so boring.

I so lonely.

Maybe you hear last captain of our armed forces have unpleasant...err...accident. Anyway he not going to be captain no more, so now we need some other jump-up peasant to play big general. It terrible job, trying to win with only rusty old pea-shooters, but someone got do it.

So you come to annual general thingy and you volunteer, OK? Some people think I going to choose, but I too busy. Can't be bothered, OK? So you choose, I not care. Whatever.

So lonely.