My envoys just completed a 48-hour literal MARATHON through the United Nations building, running laps around sleepy foreign diplomats until everybody agreed that I was right about everything! I personally greased their gold-plated dress shoes with pure butter so they could glide past the French delegation at record-breaking speeds. Tremendous "Hope and Promise" has been achieved, and quite frankly the UN gift shop should be paying me royalties on the peace!
Oh great honor! Dawnald is the greatest marathon runner of all UN history! Only he can bring such glide and grease to Grozdovenia's potato harvests!
FINALLY SOMEONE IS TELLING THE TROOTH! THE UN IS A JOKE! ALWAYS HAS BEEN! THESE GLOBALISTS AND THEIR GIFT SHOPS! WAKE UP PEOPLE!
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