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Many years ago, in the proud nation of Murka, good King Richard found it wise to retire after embarrassing photos came to light.

[We see pictures of wise King Richard (could be a middle aged cousin of Harrison Ford) in enlightenment era royal garb, messily eating a chocolate cake, his face covered in frosting.]

KING RICHARD-- [looking at the photos]  I don't see why I should put up with this!  Screw 'em all, anyway.

[Newspaper headline: DICK TO RETIRE, SPEND TIME WITH FAMILY]

KING RICHARD-- [boarding a plane, carrying a suitcase, wearing sunglasses, cargo shorts, and a Hawaiian shirt] Have fun, Johnny!

And so the king's frivolous brother, John, ascended the throne.

KING JOHN-- [dressed in designer jeans and an overpriced polo; a young dandy with affectations of being an everyday guy; looks like a young Harrison Ford; slouching on throne, tipping crown to a jaunt] This hat is ostentatious.  Bring me a baseball cap, some coke, and a cheap beer.  Does this place have pay-per-view?

Thus Murka fell into a period of laissez faire capitalism, tended (quite loosely) and abetted (rather vigorously) by King John's Prime Minister, Edward 'Money' Banks.  Edward was the former CEO, CFO, and COO of the kingdom's chief golf ball manufacturer.

ED-- [Dick Cheney without glasses; a rotund, bald, squinty-eyed suited fellow, sitting in a well appointed chair behind a neatly ordered, mahogany desk; always carries a cigar] We did pretty well with bobble heads, too.  [plays with bobble head of King John]  I've always made things to entertain people.  Now I can help the whole nation have fun.

Unfortunately, Edward only knew the well connected and fabulously wealthy.  The same held true for his friends.

ED-- If our policies hurt the poor, it isn't out of malice.  We're not monsters, just ignorant.  [taps cigar]  Every one is the hero of his own story.

Of course, this isn't Ed's story, but the tale of a young woman named Robin.
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