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[Heron TSG]

Note to self: Never make a 70-image update again. Thanks.

Spoiler: Episode II: The Hunt Begins (click to show/hide)

Right off the bat, whats-his-face collapses into a real bed.

A very well-rested Perry prepares for breakfast.

Ron checks the news while Cain continues to search for a job. You'd think it'd be easier for a pizza mogul to get into politics!

Today is Monday. Perhaps tomorrow they could all hang out at the chess tournament. That'd be swell.

Newt sees something in the mirror, and he doesn't like it.

Nor does it like him.

Apparently Huntsman thinks Gingrich is a bit of a snob.

The carpool to city hall shows up, and most everyone drops everything to get in. Irin gets a little exercise in for soccer practice in the afternoon.

In a panic, Rick Dos scrambles out of bed and sprints for the carpool! He gets in as the car begins to drive away.

Fuck, soccer is hard.

Stinky, too.

Cain found a job at City Hall, but he doesn't start until tomorrow. His nausea leads him to clean the house a little.

Everyone else arrives at City Hall, where they start polishing podiums like nobody's business.

Right off the bat, Santorum starts ingratiating himself. Meanwhile, everyone else starts working super hard at their jobs. Ron Paul gets invited to oversee a voting station at the school, and has to stay late. Huntsman opts to build an independent case, though his supervisors know not for what.

Cain runs around and makes all the beds. How sweet.

Irin starts up some breakfast. Waffles are simple, right?

Strange that the oven is oozing slime. Nothing wrong with that though, it adds flavor.

I think he was expecting waffles, but charcoal will do.

When Irin sets down his plate to wipe down the stove, Cain runs in and cleans the shit out of that plate.

While Cain ponders what the hell he's doing here when he should be leading the free world, Irin tries once more to eat.

Just throw that shit right into the microwave. Easy.

Herman sure does love his football.

Meanwhile at City Hall, Gingrich sees naught but green. To the police station!

Mission success. There was a strange man in mirrored glasses and a trenchcoat that wouldn't leave him alone, though.

It's slow when everyone else is at work. Have a picture of Herman Cain coming out of a toilet stall.

Mr. Gujarat is a classy man. Eating cardboard-milk-cheese soup at a chess set.

It's so delicious, he could sing.

Finally, his ride comes. Time to kick some balls.

The carpool comes back.

The Podium Polishers and the Snitch made quite a bit of money today.

Try as he might, Rick Perry simply cannot lift those weights.

HHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNG!

Nope.

A few hours of pointless straining later, he gets a little better at it.

Where Irin 'works'.

Jon heads into his room to read a book about charisma. Maybe it'll help him be nicer.

Romney has a sudden urge to go to the bar with the female co-worker who is calling him. Hmm...

Rainbowface, Gingrich, and Cain head to the park for some evening air.

[REDACTED] looks as if he doesn't know what a park is for. Maybe that's what he's asking Herman about.

We hired some construction workers to build a garage at the speed of light. Efficient workers.

Singleminded dedication. Not sure if that was such a good idea anymore.

Romney exits the bar, sans friend. A real social butterfly.

[CENSORED] begins nervously frolicking. It's time to go, though, so everyone starts running home. Apparently there's no taxi service this late.

Gingrich is tired. How droll.

TOUCHDOWN!

Irin's back!

He gets in on the gaming craze. Time to skate! He starts shredding down some gnarly rails.

"I KNOW WHAT YOU DID, FAT MAN!"

Jon Huntsman uses his newfound powers of charisma to express his absolute hatred of Gingrich.

He turned the bed, but he still can't get in! [REDACTED] SMASH! He starts pushing the wall out a few feet to try to get around.

Newt tries to walk away, but Huntsman is in for the kill.

Jon charismatically slaps him silly.

A true diplomat.

Another victim cowed.

Ron gets back from observing the voting machines at the school.

Tired, he is.

FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--

That bastard Perry won't let him slide the bed over while he's on it. Tomorrow, justice will be had.

End of day 2.

[GlyphGryph]

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[inteuniso]

This is the most amazing thing since the invention of the political machine.

[Max White]

Want to get sims 3 now... Sooo badly. Will need better computer to run it first, but it is now on my wishlist.

[Reudh]

Max, my computer runs it perfectly well (30-45fps). It's three years old. 2.0Ghz dual core. 4 GB ram. 128MB Intel GMA card. It runs better than older games often.

[Heron TSG]

Oh yeah, there's that truck in the last picture. It is supposedly indestructible, and was rather expensive. Perfect for a campaign wagon, methinks.

[Aqizzar]

Oh yeah, there's that truck in the last picture. It is supposedly indestructible, and was rather expensive. Perfect for a campaign wagon, methinks.

I loved the imagery of the entire Republican presidential field packing themselves into a hatchback to go to work.  Now they all get to pile into a truck bed.

The little adventures they get into first day on the job are fantastic.  And the eternal conflict between Jon and Newt turns violent on Day 2.  Damn.

[EuchreJack]

Hatchbacks are commie cars.  The upgrade to a truck is mandatory.

[Sheb]

Fuck, Huntsman gor class. So sad he stopped running, he could just bitch-slap his way to the White House!

[RedKing]

OMG...SimJon Huntsman is made of win. I keep picturing him as Christopher Walken in Things To Do In Denver When You're Dead.
I can hear him telling Gingrich, "Buckwheats! All of you!" 

[Svarte Troner]

All aboard the Cain train.

[ShoesandHats]

All aboard the Cain train.

EVERYBOOOODY

GET ON BOAD

[Svarte Troner]

All aboard the Cain train.

EVERYBOOOODY

GET ON BOAD

That was frightening. But
ALL ABOARD!!

[EuchreJack]

All aboard the Cain train.

EVERYBOOOODY

GET ON BOAD

That was frightening. But
ALL ABOARD!!

It was hilarious, but now it's stuck in my head.

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!!

[RedKing]

Did this LP fall prey to the liberal media elites?