Circling the Wagons

"Okay gentlemen, we need to circle the wagon".
He stands to his full height and shakes his fist in the air,
"I mean we've got to pull together and fight the good fight", looking around the room he adds,
"The indians are restless, boys".
The only lady in the room looks a bit put off. The ever observant leader notices and attempts to
diffuse the comments from his number two.
"H-H-Hold-on folks, Rahm is simply speaking in metaphors". Cocking his head. "Or-or perhaps analogies". Now forcing a closed mouth grin and nodding his head. "He's being rhetorical".
Then motioning for him to sit, "Thanks Rahm".
Abruptly, the lady barks out, "Why is everyone so tense"? A glance left, then right,
"We're in control, they can't touch us, we have the power now"! Nearly shouting she seems to realize her excesses and in recompense she calmly coiffs the grey patch in her thick matte of hair.
"Than-thank you for that, Nap", interupts the chief. "Your exactly right, however. However, we do need to mine our phasology". Then looking down at the egg in his hand, "Yu, you really need to check with Rahm before speaking with the press". Then looking up pleasantly, "Appearance is everything, we don't want to disinfranchaise the entire radical half".
Jumping in, "Bam, bam, excuses me", standing up, a position he definately favors, "But we do want to divide and conquer", taking a dramatic pause, "we simply don't want to come across as divisive".
Nodding assuringly, "Rahm, that's right. That's it, exactly", now pitching to each person at the table, "it is all in the perception, remember that".