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Tomorrow is my twentieth birthday. Nostalgia's set in and all the Paul Simon in the world can't take me back. I'm going to have to learn to like it. I'm going to have to deal.

Unending love to everyone who's played even the smallest role in making my life so wonderful. It's good to be alive.

Oh.

Uh... really? Could... could you check again? Uh... please?

You're sure?

Wow. That's... that's kind of a bummer, man.

I said "that's kind of a bummer, man."

I mean, isn't there like, some kind of—

No? There isn't?

Well, shit.

Uh huh... four more years.

So it all comes down to this... flashbulbs and paparazzi, baby kisses and self-assured handshakes. Red tie or blue? I'm already preparing a playlist for either scenario.

Kang:	The politics of failure have failed. We need to make them work again. Tomorrow, when you are sealed in the voting cubicle, vote for me, Senator Ka... Bob Dole.
Kodos:	I am looking forward to an orderly election tomorrow, which will eliminate the need for a violent blood bath.

End communication.