I took out my phone and called one of my shadier friends up, knowing that she would know where to get a good hitman to get rid of my problem opponent.

"Hello?" she answered the phone, sounding as though she had just woken up.

"Hey, it's me," I responded, "I was calling because I need some help with my election…" I said darkly.

"Yeah? What kind of help?" she asked.

"You know my opponent, well, he's being quite… unreasonable," I answered in a suggestive tone.

"Ah, so you'd like him to take… a vacation… is that right?"

"Yes, I think it'd do him …and me… a lot of good. Do you think you could take care of it?"

"For you? I could take care of anything!" she answered sweetly.

I thanked her and hung up, my hands shaking with anticipation. In an ideal scenario, it wouldn't come to this, but given that my opponent is so unreasonable, it had to, I thought to myself. I spent the rest of the day campaigning as usual and finished up late that day. I came home, turned on the lights and the TV and went to the kitchen to heat up something for dinner. I overhead something on the news that caught my attention. I turned up the volume and heard that my opponent had been found dead in what was being deemed as an accident. My heart jumped into my throat as I listened closer for more details. Police reported that my opponent had been walking to his car when he slipped on an ill placed toy fire truck. He fell and cracked his head open, killing him instantly. What police found odd was that he was wearing his bathrobe and a pair of boxers with cartoon characters on them. Though there was no explanation as to why he was trying to get to his car while only wearing a bathrobe and as there were no witnesses to the accident, police were not prepared to investigate the matter any further. I took a deep breath and sighed, feeling slightly relieved, though confused. I wasn't sure if that had been the hitman's doing or merely my opponent's sheer stupidity. Well, if it was the hitman, he is a very talented one indeed.

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