It started like any other day for the Vice President. She went to work in her limo…
…and emerged from City Hall as Leader of the Free World! Lifetime Wish achieved! But I suspect that instead of Hail to the Chief, or Hail Britannia, a more suitable fanfare for her would be the Darth Vader theme.
As Leader of the Free World, Vita can dress however she wants to for work. She doesn’t give a toss about whatever the media will say about her wardrobe choices.
She’s got other priorities. Making some important phone calls here:
“Hello, Vinnie? Hiya, I want you to go take care of someone…Several, actually. Let’s see, how ’bout that Repo-Sim who took my valuable statue a few days ago…Whaddaya mean it’s not in your jurisdiction? Hello? Hello?”
“Yeah hi. I’d like to order to go…Geoffrey Landgraab’s head on a platter…No, this is not a prank…Do you know who I am? I’m Leader of the Free World! Can you hear me now? Hello?”
“Hi, Sunset Valley? I’m buying your entire town…Why not? Did the Landgraabs get to you? Hello?”
Perhaps the reception is bad, Madam Leader. Try again in a few moments?
Despite all her evil schemes, Vita’s really a nice lady, I swear. While Nick still autonomously tries to Argue with everyone he meets, Vita’s default interaction now is to Debate Politics.
Never mind that she’s still in her nightie. See what we said about not giving a toss earlier? She wears what she likes!
Her husband Nick is still a Henchman, though. It’ll be a while yet before he can be Emperor of Evil.
It doesn’t help that he got arrested for the first time:
While the police were booking him, they confiscated his items. Apparently they thought he would try to escape by using his High School Diploma! Police incompetence, or is this a real security threat thing? Can’t tell these days, such a scary world…
Believe it or not, she is ecstatic when doing her victory roar:
I figured that we should get a nice family photo to commemorate Vita’s rise to power. However, the children wouldn’t cooperate. It seems that they want their parents out of the way.
Be careful what you wish for, kids. Don’t you know who you’re messin’ with?