Phillip thoughtfully stared at a giant advertisment about skincare products and how they produce soft, luxurious, stunning skin guarunteed to make even the stoutest person lust after you.
"Yes, you're right. It is quite strange that Nick hasn't done anything to me yet. I'll enjoy it while it lasts." He turned is gaze back onto John. "He's acting rather particularly, isn't he? Hopefully you'll push him back enough for him to regain his senses. But..." He shook his head. "I have a bad feeling about your election this year. Don't ask me why."
(Sorry. I had to work)
John looked up. "I know. Americans have grown complacent and entitled, so I sent my helpers to put the worst 2 possible candidates up to the plate. Through pain, we gain. I'm sure my power will be greater than ever this year, even though I'll get sick a couple of times." Infighting in America caused him sickness, like during the civil war.