Send “Sleep already!” for a starter where my muse is very clearly sleep-deprived, but refuses to sleep.
“Are you MAD? You expect your opposition to ease oop on their counter-position to this school reform proposal if I sleep it off?”
It’s entirely possible that the Master takes his role as the Lady President’s Chief Counsel a bit too seriously.
A pile of ruthlessly marked-up paperwork sits on either side of his desk, like twin pillars of doom announcing his presence, as he continues to jot vicious notes in the margins of his own education reform documents.
“I mean honestly, which of us has been a successful politician before? You ought to be milking my skills for all they’re worth!”
As he says this, the tip of his fountain pen flies off like a deadly projectile, and sprays red ink all over his robes.
Koschei sighs and purses his lips down at himself.
“This looks a little more like what I’m in the mood for.”
Icarus 