Arnold stands in his seat and pounds the table with his fist in frustration

On, off, on, off, up, down, in, out...

...what the hell is this Elberhard!!?? This is not meant to look like your ass in some hay loft with a serving wench!!

And isn't that just !"$$£"£"$ing stupid suggesting we elect someone that might not even live for another year??!!

No disrespect to Count Fredericus and I'm sure he is a @#$%^&!!!ing great bloke as you mention but Christ man...he's nearly dead. The last thing we need is more uncertainty...the bloody merchants are getting nervous, various agents I have in Hungary are reporting that we are being preceived as weak and unorganised...

...Christ, I'm even tempted to run now just for the hell of it.

Are you going to change your mind again Elberhard...or is this the end of it?