Just three days until the righteous return to the Berenstein dimension is complete, Dahnald.
Now comes a crucial fork in the world line, Dahnald. But luckily for all of us, I was able to obtain the fabled secrets of the Atlantigates on my final mission of the pristine coasts of the Canary Islands.
True conservatism, Dahnald. I now wield its immense power.
I was able to transcend this universe and create a skeleton dimension -- a skelension, if you will, Dahnald. In this so-called "skelension" I was able to spawn infinite copies of myself to spread the teachings of true conservatism to civilizations previously thought unreachable, across the vast expanses of space. These true conservigates, as I like to call them, will be our prophets on the most far-reaching missionary mission yet.
This is the priesthood rising, Dahnald. To lay claim to the distant galactigates by teaching them the meaning of true conservatism would mean that the power of the stars lies just within our reach. But Dahnald, this bright future is conditional upon the inauguration going without fault. Handing over a cabinet position would also be preferable, but I have grown beyond the need for such petty desires, for I have a greater purpose to fulfill.
The powers that oppose us threaten everything we have worked for, Dahnald. And this is their last chance to deny us the future we all deserve.
The time of prophecy is upon us.Only you can redeem the delegates, Dahnald, and restore balance to the realms in which we reside.
Make it so, Dahnald.
