<The Vice President of L'manburg, Tommyinnit, was in his office at his desk. He was shuffling through papers and using his fountain pen to sign things every once in a while. He was was tired for a main part, but he knew he had to continue. After all, he did have a new country at his hands..>

"Jesus.. can being Vice President get any more tiring..?" <He muttered to himself, still in a bit of a trance.>