Sprig
めんどくさい
The Interior Minister has put on his pointiest pair of shoes (yes he has extras in his case, why do you ask?) and waxed his mustache to a fine sheen. His clothing has suffered somewhat from the past few days, but truly, not much can be done about that.
I believe it is time for me to make my exit. To my fine friends, the best of luck. To my rivals, I wish you boils on your bottoms and taxmen browsing in your files.
Few should have an objection to this, I trust? My death will keep you all alive another day, another day closer to your goals, another day closer to this infernal contest having ended, for all of us.
the madness too much?