The Saga of Las Aminour

Devin McCown Appears!

"I served my country," the newcomer says. "Yet it is ran down by inferior races. Hippity hoppity this country is now Germany's property."

"Ther are clearly war crimes," President Aaron Firehand said.

"War crimes? What do you mean?"

"This is against the Church of Christian Kings convention."

"All I see is the purification of your country."

"I have already purified the country by exiling Simon Ulcrates."

"And you are?" Sir Parcival asked.

"I am the king of the Jews," Devin McCown replied.

"And I," Aaron said. "I am the president of Las Aminour."

"Should we exile him too?" Parcival asked.

"No, he is clearly a cynical heretic. Let him go back to whatever church he belongs to.

"If you didn't say, I would have never known that you didn't run a brothel."

"You know, exiling is touching my mind now." Aaron looked down on Devin. "But no, I have already exiled one man these past few days! We must not exile anymore Las Aminourians. However, brainwashing and things of those kind are not unacceptable."

"Ethan of Bergahan, what do you think of our church being ran down by the uneducated impulses of our 'president'?"

"This is clearly heresy. This man has clearly lost his brain somewhere in the church that he is devoted to."

"Heresy. So the truth is heresy now?"

"This is clearly not truth, but the propaganda of some church of some far off country that is named some far off name of Germany."

"'Not truth'."

"Correct."

"This is more than truth. I will lead this country onto a path with gold, glory, and god."

"The 4th annual presidential election is over. You'll have to wait till next year. I have not been impeached."

"Ha, ha." Devin laughed. "Soon, my friend. Soon."