If there was one word to describe Chipp’s attitude about becoming president, it would be… Zealous. It was probably the nicest way to put it. He’d proclaimed presidency about a dozen times already, but apparently it didn’t hold water in his mind until an election was held, not that there’d be any other candidates.

That’s where you came in- you were (un)lucky enough to be chosen as his campaign manager.

“Here it is,” Chipp remarks with a proud smile, showing you a sketch of a float- his latest plan for his campaign was to hold a parade in his own honor. “Oh, and I'm gonna stand here and wave,” he adds, pointing to a certain spot on the sketch- where a stickman with spiky hair and an uwa-obi belt stood. “Pretty cool, right?”