the digital circus lightning‑round continues—caine glitched the world and now holds up the suggestion box again.

caine (eyes gleaming, floating suggestion box hovering): “next up: pomni becomes the president of the united states! ragatha and zooble are her bodyguards, kinger is her aide, and jax and gangle are extremist attackers—one australian, one new zealand. sounds… presidential!”

(the scenery glitches into a surreal oval office backdrop, flickering between reality and absurdity.)

pomni (sitting in a chair behind a large desk, clears her throat awkwardly): “i…-i don’t even know how to be president?” (her jester hat flutters with uncertainty.)

ragatha (straightening her stance beside pomni, hand on holster): “don’t worry, madam president, i’ve got your back.” (zooble, similarly armed, stands cool and alert.)

zooble (leaning against the wall, arms crossed): “yeah yeah, just don’t do anything crazy.” (they flick a blocky finger at pomni, unimpressed.)

kinger (hovering near a podium:) “i’ve got the briefing papers… or did i forget them? anyway, i’m here!” (he paces nervously, robe swaying.)

(abrupt shift—jax and gangle appear in militant gear, pacing aggressively.)

jax (mock-serious, pointing to a toy bomb on the desk): “look out, mates! i’m australian extremist jax, and i’ve got big plans.” (he laughs maniacally.)

gangle (voice trembling, steps forward in kiwiranga accent): “and i’m from new zealand, here to blow up the oval office!”

(gangle pulls a pin—pomni and bodyguards gasp.)

pomni (jumping up, grabbing a vase): “stop! this is unacceptable!” (she throws the vase at gangle—the glass shatters.)

ragatha (draws weapon, points at jax): “jax, stand down! this isn’t a game!”

jax (feigns shock, lowers pretend rifle): “oh, come on! it’s just a suggestion…”

(gangle hesitates, drops the pin; caine laughs, waving a hand—scenery glitches, explosion FX rumble, the oval office set crumbles.)

caine (clapping gleefully): “perfect! that’s chaos presidential style! next suggestion… incoming!”