"John... Alster.... approved" Ramey mutters as he writes on the clipboard.
He looks around the room for a moment before getting out a rubber stamp and ramming it onto the paper. he glances at the bottle that has been sitting on the desk since he got the office.
"Why the hell not?" he asks himself as he uncorks the bottle.
' Wrote:<span style="font-family:Century Gothic">Violence is Golden</span>