No sooner had they dashed to the saloon exit when the doors burst inwardly open. A short, stout man led a posse of four through the doors. The lead fellow walked with this hands on the lapels of his fully white suit and paused to fully take in the patrons of the bar. His entourage consisted of a group of burly ape-men, dressed in dark grey suits and wide-brimmed hats. The four grunts stood behind the man in white, forming an impenetrable wall at the saloon's exit.
Clester stepped forward and greeted the newcomer. "Well, hello there Mr. President."
The man in white held out a heavily ringed hand, and Clester bowed to kiss the knuckles. Ivan, who stood just behind Clester, wondered aloud: "Who are you?"
The man in white started, unaccustomed to nonrecognition, withdrew his hand and snapped his fingers at the men standing behind him. One of them withdrew a golden music box, intricately inlaid with gems and metals, its handle covered in diamonds and emeralds. The music box looked extremely puny in the giant's paws. He began to crank the handle, and a tinny melody sprung forth. The other men began to hum a low, deep bass line to the melody. The man in white started bobbing his head, and spoke:
"I'm James K Polk, and I'm here to represent. I'm the baddest young mother fucking U.S. President. I love my wife, my girlfriend and all the single ladies who conspire with me to make some Democratic babies!"
This was really funny! You must be writing the craziest novel ever. I need to put more jokes in mine.
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