‘My goodness. My f*****g goodness gracious,’ President Arnold yelped. He stormed into his living room at home as if he was being pursued.
‘Is everything okay?’ Arnold’s wife asked him. She was at the dining table, attending to her kids having a late lunch, when Arnold came barging in.
‘Golak. It’s Golak, my dear. The man is a nightmare. I should have known better. Why did I allow Boulders to drag me into this? Golak would end my tenure as the president, and then he would beat me to death thereafter. I’m completely done for,’ Arnold complained bitterly to his wife.
‘What are you talking about, dear husband? I thought you said that he was guilty of a drug crime and that he was being investigated. What are you on about now?’ Arnold’s wife asked him.
‘He is not guilty. It is all a lie.
