*plots*
*practices Mayoral wave*
*thinks* I need a campaign manager. I wonder if that pretty little lass, Frodo Baggins, would like to be my right hand ma-, las-, em, in my day, you could tell the gender of a hobbit, by gum. Not like today's hobbits who are so pretty it strains one's eyes to look beyond their big, waiflike, bulbous orbs of azure satin. WHAT?!
I AM MAYOR. I enjoy cinnamon crumbcakes. Vote.
*looks in mirror*