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The FUTURE of FUTURES

Welcome Home, Parliament Royals. Have a nice trip in NYC? I trust that you did. I have been seeing all of your pictures on the internet. Nice of you to not call. My appetite, as per usual, has been lackluster while you were away. I heard you mention a fine cuisine this evening of chicken, vegetables, and mac and cheese to cleanse yourself of the toxic vacation food. I trust that this meal will be scrumptious, however, I must demand it now. I do not deal in future meals and future plans. I deal in the right nows and right now, I need this chicken.  My palate needs to be cleansed and I have been burnt before on the promise of chicken. Leave the future forecasting to the lowly peasants and bring this chicken to me immediately. This will prove your loyalty to the Parliament and reestablish proper communication between us.

Threat level – none, as it shall come to pass.

signed,

Prime Minister Imy

Head Honcho and Deal Creator.