President Xander Blake: pours a drink Well, ain't this a helluva mess? Puppets pulling my strings. Need your help, buddy.
tears up the puppet head I would like to inform you that I’m not a puppeteer.
rolls his eyes dramatically Yeah, right. Like I believe that sob story. Look, just cut the crap and tell me what the hell is going on here. Who's really running the show?
The guy with the suit in the tie. goes to grab another head and tears it up
snaps Don't give me that bullshit! I need concrete answers, not more questions. What's the deal with these heads? Are they made of stone or something?
They are made out of fear.
slams his fist on the table Fear?! Are you fucking kidding me? This is some kind of twisted game, isn't it?
leans back in his chair, rubbing his temples Alright, then explain it to me. Why do these heads represent fear? What's the connection?
The fear of losing your life, power and your loved ones. They’re literally afraid of losing everything because of their selfishness and greed.
leans forward, his eyes narrowing So you're telling me these puppets are scared shitless because they're selfish and greedy? That's ridiculous!
It’s not ridiculous if it’s true.
scoffs Oh sure, because fear is always the root of everything. That's why we have lawyers, cops, and judges.
No. You don’t understand. These heads represent every time someone has lost their life, power and their loved ones.
stands up abruptly, knocking over his chair You know what, I don't have time for this bullshit!
If you want to know what’s going on then why are you leaving?
grabs his coat and storms towards the door Because I've had enough of this nonsense!
Then I guess this is goodbye.
As President Xander Blake leaves, he hears a mysterious whisper in his ear.
We hope you enjoy your stay.
pauses, visibly shaken Stay? What the hell do you mean by "stay"? Who's there? Show yourself!
grits his teeth, clenching his fists Fine, whoever you are, you better come out right now!
frustratedly kicks a nearby vase, shattering it Damn it! I've had enough of this madness! I'm going to get to the bottom of this, whoever's behind it!
takes a deep breath, regaining his composure Fine, if nobody wants to come forward, then I'll find them myself.
Good luck Mr.President. a shadow passes over his face briefly
narrows his eyes, suspicion growing You know something, don't you? Spit it out!