It is the night of the final presidential debate. The candidates have just finished a heated discussion. The lights begin to dim as they shuffle off stage. All but a single spotlight remains.
The room goes silent. A dark masked figure looms ominously over the stage. It's bright red eyes burning like flairs. Challenging anyone who dares to stare directly at it.
Everyone is frozen in their seats. Equally eager and terrified to hear what the strange figure has to say.
It clears it's throat with two crackling coughs, making the audience flinch. What it says next may forever change the nation. It may forever bring the people into an endless spiral of chaos and destruction...
"Pop Tarts are ravioli."