"Rodrick, do you even know anything about politics?" I ask him.
"I know enough about politics to know that trump is a terrible president." He replied.
"WELP.
Can't argue with that."
"EXACTLY! You can't argue with that! That why I'll make a great president." He said confidently.
"I can't argue with that either..." I reply. "Man he's good..."
"Yeah, y/n... I am good."
"But wait Rodrick, do you even meet any of the qualifications of being a president?"
"I don't even think I need to qualify for anything," he says.
I don't argue.
"Well," I say as I pull out the constitution from my back pocket. "You have to be a natural born citizen on the United States and a resident for 14 years."
"Well... I mean... Canada is basically the United States." He replies
"You have to be at least 35 years of age," I read
"17 is close enough."
"And you have to- wait that's all the qualifications...!" I say surprisingly.
"See babe," he puts his arm around me and we start walking out of the venue to the tour bus. "I already meet the qualifications. We'll do fine."
"We?" I say
"Yeah," we step onto the bus. "Babe, you're part of my election team too."
"Really? We're gonna do this.... Together?"
"Yeah babe, now let's rock and roll!"
The buss takes off and Rodrick starts blasting his metal music.
Here is the start of Rodrick's 2016 presidential campaign
To be continued???
