[MEANWHILE, IN THE FURHER'S OFFICE]

[imonefierybitch]

[guess who is sitting in that very plush chair, her high heels up on the oak desk, signing something into law. After all....in her world, she's Der Fuerher she won't tell how, of course.

So why not write into law a military edict informing all the men they will now be wearing tight leather pants? It worked wonders for her world!]

Hmmm hmmm hmmmmm....heheh.....

[sips coffee, humming merrily]