Disclaimer – I am not currently, or have never been, a part in the democratic system. I also have never been of any usefulness in a third party. Oh yeah, I don't own TT.

I'm sorry that I didn't post this chapter sooner, I really was a bit upset with the number of reviews decreasing. :(

thebiggestfan and spirit1s thank you for your review! Actually I don't know if printer ink does taste like cauliflower but you are free to try it out so long as you don't sue me for any unwanted side affects.

Starfire walked onto a stage. A BIG stage. Laced with red, blue and white ribbons. She was surrounded by many politicians, news reporters and camera people. She felt a bead of sweet run down her forehead.

Everyone was talking, loudly. One person shouted 'shhh', he was quickly joined by a half dozen other people going 'shhh'. Soon everyone was noisily going 'shhh'.

Everyone stopped as Starfire started to talk, "When I wondered whether to fill in the form that suggests the undetermined chance of my variable of possibly ruling this country, I did not expect so many of you, my public to come, cheer me on, and dribble on me."

A slight pause, "Ladies and gentlemen, hoboes and tramps, cross-eyed mosquitoes and bow-legged ants. I come before you to stand behind you, to tell you something I know nothing about. Next Thursday, which is Good Friday, I reluctantly welcome you warmly into the great comfort of a tiny voting cubical. Please bring a chair and sit on the floor, come in freely but wait at the door. Who wins is up to what you say, today I'll rule U.S.A!"

Another pause, suddenly the crowd erupted into cheers and claps and hoorays. Robin went up to Starfire on the stage and patted her back, "nice choice of words!" he was wearing an … interesting expression.

An hour later, Starfire was working on her policies in the tower with Beast Boy playing with an elastic band sitting on a chair with his legs up on the table. "You know what would be cool, a policy saying everyone has to abandon meat. Say it has germs. Or you could make up a disease, bird flue… no it's taken, meat flue… nah too obvious…"

"Very interesting Beast Boy, I'll… file it under a maybe," said Starfire.

Cyborg comes into the room with Robin talking, "Hello friends, Cyborg, isn't today the six month anniversary of your begirlfriendment of Bee?"

In my story, Cyborg and Bee are going out. Man, why can't Cyborg and Bee just stop being stubborn for a moment to realise they're perfect for each other!

"Err, is it?" Starfire nodded, "Well… so?"

"I know, mad cow disease!" interrupted Beast Boy.

"So what are you going to do with her?" asked Starfire. Cyborg didn't seem very interested in the conversation about his girlfriend. Men.

Raven came into the room, she apparently overheard, "I know, why don't you declare a national holiday?" she asked in her usual dead sarcastic monotone voice.

"That is a great suggestion!" shouted Starfire.

"No point." Deadpanned Beast Boy.

"Why not?" asked Starfire.

"It's a weekend."

A few minutes later, everyone was gathered around the stage to see the new president. A lady with clearly visible sharp cheekbones, big breasts, a perfect tiny nose and pearly white teeth stood up with a microphone. She looked almost plastic in the sunshine. And her hair, wow! It was a perfectly perfect vision of perfection. Every blond curl and slightly darker highlights. It could cause a fire in an anthill if the sun shined through it's already perfect shininess. You know, people say that if you look at a vision of perfection for long enough, you'll start to act like a potty-mouthed gitterbug that can't spel four der life. The curly curlyness of the curls of curlishesness just curl the curly curl curl. And the bodi, just as culy as the as the curly hair of curliness arroooooaga! Huh huh huh, honk honk! Aaaaaooooooooo…

The writer of this story has been sacked. The new writer is much more formal and has spell check on their computer.

The woman who obviously had plastic surgery stood in front of the millions that had gathered to watch and said, "Now for the moment you've all been waiting for, the announcement of the new president of the United States of America. … And now the vote is in. The new president is …Koriand'r of Tamaran, also known as Starfire!"

The crowd once again cheered until their throats were soar as a tongue that has just gone through a large pile of Christmas card envelopes.

Starfire was president! Just imagine the corruption!

Sorry the chappy's so short, I promise a longer chapter next time but I thought it would be a good place to stop. Keep reviewing and here are some things to think about…

…Office Fun Fact: You're fired

…If the plural of goose is geese

Why isn't the plural of moose, meese?

P.S. There might have been some confusion, when I was freaking out over the creepy face-lift woman, I was imitating a guy. I'm really a girl.

+ Little Miss. Dinner is ready when the fire alarm goes off