Albert: Huh? . . . *regards picture* How did this get here ? I thought I ordered it to be burned ! ! ! ?
Jaded: That doesn't matter. But I think you need some serious fashion help in this picture, my man.
Lloyd: . . . I'm running for president !
Jaded: Yes you are ! I bet you could win !
Albert: Why am I not running for president?
Jaded: You already rule your own country, c'mon.
Meru: Besides, it's a 'sexiest baddie' president running.
Jaded: Which means Lloyd will win of course.
Rose: Of course.
Albert: Is anybody going to fix my problem?
Lloyd: * hands Albert the number of his physciatrist*
Albert: Thank you.
Albert: I'm to nice to tell people they must bow down to me.
Meru: *cough* Look at the picture.
Albert: Well, I was younger than and . . .
Jaded: *laughs* So you do have a mean streak !
Albert: Like I said, I was young.
Lloyd: *snickers* Young with a mean streak.