>"I come to arrange a mutually benefical agreement between the two of us," the large man with a tiny white head said, folding his hands over her table. "I need a visually striking First Lady for my bid to presidency, and my studies revealed you're the best candidate for the job."
>Minerva frowned. "Say, I think I remember you. Weren't you all over the news during the last election, and weren't you married back then? John Brain, right?"
>"I have no idea what are you talking about, I'm not that person."
>Minerva kept on frowning at him in silence.
>"That," the odd looking man said then, "is just my twin brother, my name is Joseph Anthony Brain. That's of no importance right now."
>She tapped her fingers, realizing what was bothering her so much about the guy's behavior. "For all you say you hold my appeal in esteem, you don't appear to be that interested on me..."
>"I am perfectly rational and intellectual person in complete control of my moods," he said proudly. "Besides, this suit provides a cooldown sytem currently keeping my groins in check."
>"Excuse me?"
>"That's not really important either."
>A tiny person in a dress peeked in through the door. "Egads, Brain, I don't think this is working, do you?" He shoved a curly red wig on his head. "C'mon, let me be your wife again! I won't disappoint...!"
>"I am about to finish the desired arrangement, Pinky!" he growled.
