The little guy was struggling with a rather large box, unable to both maintain his cargo and turn the knob, he attempted to knock on the door with his forehead. A dull thud was all he could manage. The door swung open to reveal a tall, slender man with silver hair brushed back from his forehead. In a short burst of fury the man scratched out the words,
"What are you doing here with those?", as he glanced toward the box.
"That's not what I think it is, don't tell me you brought them here".
The little guy looks up with his huge, wanting eye and sputtered out with great excitement,
"They told me to take them, they told me they were important, they told me He needed them desperately"!
"He does, He does, but not here, don't bring them here"
From within the room a full throated voice pronounces,
"Wh-who is that, wh-who's there with you. L-Let the man in. Come on and, come on and join us now."
With contempt in his voice the sentinel objects, "Sir, certainly, but he brought the votes with him. He has them right here, right now."
"That, that's, that's fine, that's okay. These, these, these are our votes. We earned them. We deserve them. There's, there's no shame in that", came the broken, yet confident response from within.
"Come on in and, and join us in a rum and coke, my little friend", the voice continued.
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