In a bustling press conference hall, Edula Morrison, the charismatic politician, stood tall at the podium, radiating an aura of unwavering confidence. As he spotted a skeptical journalist in the front row, he flashed a warm, indulgent smile. "Now, son," he began, his tone patronizing yet charming, "let's not sour the mood with negativity. I'll crush those gangsters' skulls with my own bare hands. That, I'll do!".