[ WP ] You hear a politician rehearsing a speech . That 's normal . What is n't normal is the politician rehearsing being assassinated in the middle of it .

Paul mispronounced „available “ wrong. For the fifth time. He was sweating profusely as his eyes clung to the text in front of him. 
 I stretched a little and suppressed a yawn. 
 We had done our best. Me and my colleague, Peter, had put up a mock podium in his office and were now coaching our candidate trough his speech. 
 „Right now, this great nation simply can ’ t afford a reckless, inexperienced clothing manufacturer, with the subtlety of a didgeridoo as president. Let me assure you, no let me promise you, that I will... “ his eyes went more glassy than they already were and he fell over onto the podium. 
 I sighed and shuffled my papers to find the parts he messed up. 
 „It ’ s subtlety of a kazoo. Kazoo, Paul, and no you don ’ t have to train the chocking up and falling over part. The gunman will take care of that, ok? You just worry about your speech. But it ’ s really coming together, I ’ m telling you. What a nice speech. Now let ’ s take it again from ‚My father told me ’ “ I shifted uncomfortably in the leather chair. Paul had one of those „my dad still lives “ old money offices. Everything was dark wood with dark leather, a banker ’ s lamp, a lot of brass. But everything was undeniably new. 
 Paul did not budge. He just kept lying there. If he wasn ’ t still breathing quite heavily, I would have thought, we didn ’ t need the gunman after all. 
 I sighed and turned to Pete. 
 „Did he pass out again? “ I asked, rolling my eyes. 
 He sighed. „ That happens, when the enlightened Cashier hasn ’ t approved any budget for the development of better mind control drugs since 1982. “ 
 I sighed. „I hate this stuff! It kills almost as many people as it controls! But we need to get that prick on stage within the next thirty minutes or our gunman will come to his senses. “ I shook Paul ’ s shoulder. He had thrown up a bit of bile onto his papers. I put my own set in front of him, as he stared blankly ahead. I grabbed a tissue from the heavy wooden box on his desk and tapped the bile from the corner of his moth. „That ’ s not what I joined the illuminati for. “ I sat back down, holding the disgusting papers at arms length. 
 „From ‚My father told me ’ “ 

