"Go to Mexico, cross the Pacific Ocean, where the sun rises, the crimson sparks have already ignited a prairie fire!"
"Comrades!"
"We must ask those lords in Washington, who exactly, are the real beasts!"
"Come, Mexico will form an International Brigade, for the purest conscience and faith of humanity."
"Fight to the death!!!!!"
On TV, Victor's incendiary rhetoric had the crowd chanting "Long live!"
Meanwhile, in the President's office...
Silence, an awful, suffocating silence.
James Dan Quayle's hands were trembling, as if he had Parkinson's disease. His eyes were bloodshot, his mouth twitching to one side...
"Sir, sir, what's wrong with you?!" The presidential advisor, Richardson, noticed something was off and rushed forward, wide-eyed with concern.
Please don't die here.
James Dan Quayle clutched his chest, and then with a startling look in his eyes, he collapsed unconscious.
"DOCTOR!!!"
