America works hard in his office, groaning when he realizes he's only half way through the long stack of papers. His land is supposed to be free, but here he is, forced to work to the bone.

America leans back in his chair, putting his feet on his desk. He's glad his little gremlins of children are with a babysitter. He hates those little things. He considers getting rid of North and South Dakota. They are useless, anyways.

' ' Ugh... ' '