Chapter 5: Split Slogging

Ran out of steam as the election news drilled on. Maybe it was just a lot of words in one day, but I’ve been pretty grumpy all morning. It’s a job It’s a job It’s a job It’s a job It’s a job It’s a job It’s a job It’s a job It’s a job It’s a job. Rinse, repeat.

Poor Ernst. He never had a chance, but hey, that’s what the folks in red shirts, and beautiful alien women are for: plot fodder.