30 seconds in... A dictator... which you always... aspired.. to be.
I see.
And, then, you know, I'm waiting for the little cheeky grin, the knowing wink.
But... there doesn't seem to be any though. It was more, of a straight up statement. Rocking back in the chair there.
This is what can happen to old people right. They just come out with mental stuff, and... sort of go into a terminal decline.
Nothing to worry about.
For fuck sake. The lad might as well be stroking a big fucking white kitty on his lap.