Rovikstead wrote:Boris Farvald takes the place of Ambassador Amelia. He takes a seat as he downs half a bottle of moonshine. After a gross, loud burp, he speaks in a drunken, daft tone. He switches between English, Ancient Germanic, and drunken babbling. "I don't know what yer talking about with this er- blockchain. 'Sounds like you just discovered the term and put it in the proposal just to speak all smart-ly." He giggles to himself and takes another swig of shine. "I think I can speak for m'lady Amelia, for Rovikstead - hell, for ev'ry nation that rejects these 'ere clipse-oh-currently-s or just wants the damn freedom and independence to decide fer themselves on whether or not they want these er-"
Ambassador Amelia, reddened with embarrassment, interjects inbetween Boris' statement and whispers into his ear, "It's cryptocurrencies."
"Yeah, yeah," Boris continues, "These cryptocurrencies are a national issue- not a WA, GA, or er- SA issue. I," he pauses to take another gulp of shine, "rest my case." Boris grins. In his drunken, deluded reality, his points were amazing and he had won the argument against this proposal. He takes a bow in front of a nonexistent audience. He gives the ambassador of Masurbia a taunting wink and grin, and goes back to drinking his fifth bottle of moonshine.
IC: Ambassador Degas blinks, tilts his head, takes a deep breath and says, "oKAY, anything else?"