Night two:

Late in the evening you hear a knock at the door. You rush to the door excited about another evening of womanly pleasure. You pull the door open and stare in shock.

Before you stands a dwarf, a midget no more than 3 and one half feet tall. You cannot tell if it is man or woman, but you are sure it is wearing a dress as it brushes past into your room. “Well M. Path”, says the midget.
“You must VOTE HOOPSGUY tomorrow, he, he, he. “Now, where is that lovin for me?”
“Get out you wretched fool”, shouts you in response.
The midget shrugs and walks out the door with a wink and a smile. How insulting you think. This is getting ridiculous.

Night three:

You open the door and the same surly midget is standing outside. It is wearing nothing at all but a great big smile. The vile thing is quite ugly and you feel you are going to wretch. Just then the midget says with a grin, you must CHALLENGE LSG to a duel.

Hmm, you think about that and guess your vote is your own tomorrow. As you look down the midget is still standing in the doorway. Just then the wretched creature breaks wind with a loud fart and asks “should I come in M. Path?”.

You slam the door in its face and fight to hold down the bile rising in your stomach.

Ha!

That is good reading path... I bet you couldn't stop laughing

Yeah, I found myself looking forward to the night action, even though I knew the bastards were gonna make me duel you as soon as you mentioned you couldn't refuse.