"Monochrome is striking," Mike explained. "Also it subtly suggests to the electorate that you're a man of strong ideals and clear convictions. Resolve wins people over way more than an actual platform. Look at Bush!"
There was complete silence in the room.
"I realise you're all probably struck speechless by the classic simplicity of the design and the alliteration--" Mike frowned. "Consonance? Is consonance a form of alliteration? Hmm. Anyway! Repetition. It's dramatic. You know, Peter Parker, Lex Luthor, Bruce Banner, Doctor Doom -- have you thought of changing your name to, like, Ken or something. Ken Kelly! It could work!"
He looked expectantly at the interns, the receptionist, the personal aide, the marine bodyguard and the Senator.
"It's not that I don't appreciate the effort," Kelly said carefully, "but don't you think that there might just be a little problem?" He waved a hand at the banner.
Mike looked at it. Then he looked at Kelly. Then he looked at the banner again. Then he looked back at Kelly and shrugged. "No?"
"Kelly Kansas Kampaign?" Kelly prompted.
"Kelly for Kansas Kampaign," Mike said. "It has an f in it! I don't see how anybody could mistake you for a supremacist, even if you are blonde and blue eyed and want to lock kids up! Oh! Oh! You could change your name to, um, Clive, right, and then we could relabel it the Clive Kelly Controls Kansas Campaign!"
He beamed. Quite a few people facepalmed. Kelly took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Sometimes, Mike," he said, "I question your commitment to--"
"Sparklemotion?" Mike suggested, grinning. "...Donnie Darko? No? Seriously, you people need to watch some movies once in a while. Oh, come on, it's not like I'm working for a secret organisation dedication to twisting your campaign to their own personal agenda, like Hansen there."
The marine startled, hand going to his gun, which didn't do him much good because Mike had replaced it with a banana a few hours previously.
"Oh, sorry," Mike added, "was that a secret? My bad. Hey, at least I didn't blurt out that you were a mutant, huh?"
"Da-dah!" said Mike, pulling the drop cloth away.
Everyone looked at the banner.
"Monochrome is striking," Mike explained. "Also it subtly suggests to the electorate that you're a man of strong ideals and clear convictions. Resolve wins people over way more than an actual platform. Look at Bush!"
There was complete silence in the room.
"I realise you're all probably struck speechless by the classic simplicity of the design and the alliteration--" Mike frowned. "Consonance? Is consonance a form of alliteration? Hmm. Anyway! Repetition. It's dramatic. You know, Peter Parker, Lex Luthor, Bruce Banner, Doctor Doom -- have you thought of changing your name to, like, Ken or something. Ken Kelly! It could work!"
He looked expectantly at the interns, the receptionist, the personal aide, the marine bodyguard and the Senator.
"It's not that I don't appreciate the effort," Kelly said carefully, "but don't you think that there might just be a little problem?" He waved a hand at the banner.
Mike looked at it. Then he looked at Kelly. Then he looked at the banner again. Then he looked back at Kelly and shrugged. "No?"
"Kelly Kansas Kampaign?" Kelly prompted.
"Kelly for Kansas Kampaign," Mike said. "It has an f in it! I don't see how anybody could mistake you for a supremacist, even if you are blonde and blue eyed and want to lock kids up! Oh! Oh! You could change your name to, um, Clive, right, and then we could relabel it the Clive Kelly Controls Kansas Campaign!"
He beamed. Quite a few people facepalmed. Kelly took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Sometimes, Mike," he said, "I question your commitment to--"
"Sparklemotion?" Mike suggested, grinning. "...Donnie Darko? No? Seriously, you people need to watch some movies once in a while. Oh, come on, it's not like I'm working for a secret organisation dedication to twisting your campaign to their own personal agenda, like Hansen there."
The marine startled, hand going to his gun, which didn't do him much good because Mike had replaced it with a banana a few hours previously.
"Oh, sorry," Mike added, "was that a secret? My bad. Hey, at least I didn't blurt out that you were a mutant, huh?"
Everyone looked at Kelly.
"Oops," said Mike.
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*chokes*
Oh, Mike!Mun. Oh Mike. This was awesome.
And they'd totally win too.
*snatches icon*
Thank youuuuu!
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This was supposed to be a drabble!
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