The Caruthians rushed through the halls, approaching the council rooms. The guards didn't stop them, the guards were no where to be seen. The doors to the council room burst opened and was soon full of the men. The council members were tackled and grabbed. Though that resisted were hit into submission. One by one they were dragged out.
The phone on the table rang. It rang again. A timid councillor looked ready to answer, but a man with a scraggly unkept beard reached across the table and grabbed the receiver.
Whatever the caller said, it excited the man. After several enthustatic responses in the affirmative, he hung up and let out a joyful cheer, which was met by jubilation from his comrades and fear from the captive councillors.
The television in the room was turned on. A sharp dressed man, perhaps in his mid thirties appeared on the screen.
"Many of you know me, Melchior Caruth as an able administrator and a cautious reformer, but the time has come for bold action, and for the sake of our nation, I have assumed the reigns of state.
Last night a conspiracy to squash my movement, our movement, a coup to seize power, was uncovered. Left with no other choice I, and those loyal to our cause struggled against this conspiracy, and with the blessing of Providence, we have one. In order to secure our gains, I have instituted a revolution. The era of the bureaucratic republic is over, from this day forth, we shall be the Empire of Maguzapach!
There will be many changes in the next few days, so I will keep you informed. I ask for your patience and understanding as we work this out together.