[ Pfft. What is this? Some fancy show and Tidus stares at Roland, amused, brow dipped at the sight. He scoffs as he shuffle out of the seat, the ticket waving out from his hand. ]
Is that what the losers say in a presidential race? [ Tidus has no clue. You think he knows politics? He only knows how to be a nag. At least the terminal isn't that far to boot up, the voting screen waiting for him once he slips in Roland's ticket. ]
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Is that what the losers say in a presidential race? [ Tidus has no clue. You think he knows politics? He only knows how to be a nag. At least the terminal isn't that far to boot up, the voting screen waiting for him once he slips in Roland's ticket. ]