“You’ll have to wait and see.” MJ snickers. “President sounds better than co-president.”
None shakes his finger at MJ. “Hey, that’s not funny.”
Three-hundred-pounds, with bulging muscles, a man dressed in army fatigues power walks down the sidewalk wearing an oversized military backpack. He shoves the Laker fan out of his way.
Corella runs after him with the mic. “Sir, how do you feel about None of the Above as president?”
He spins around and points at Corella. His arm muscles tense with bulging veins. “He steals my vote. I steal his life.” The man pivots back around and sprints to his blue Silverado pickup, parked on the street.
“Make sure you get his license plate,” Corella says to the cameraman. The camera captures his license number, right before he zooms off. “I hope the presiden
