Beneath the skies of the decadent and decrepit empire, Brandon awaits the day of vengeance. Stirred by his lust for compromise and the stench of the odious Trump, a grin stretches across the Ancient One's face. He lusts for blood and to see his enemies punished for their impudence. He mounts the podium and hisses the words all his opponents fear "No more malarkey, Jack."