"Robert ye do be knowin' tha' ye will be needin' a proper platform if'n ye be wantin' tae run fer govenor aye?" Stephen asked his younger brother as they sat downing copius amounts of rum at the Powder Keg.

"Aye Stephen I know." Robert tapped his head. "I been doing some thinkin' on tha' I 'ave too."

Robert stroked the stubble on his chin as he laid out his idea for his campaign platform.

"Cartwheels! Tha's wha' I will be runnin' on."

Stephen blinked at his brothers exclaimation. "Cartwheels" Robert I be thinkin' tha' be Corlanthis's's's department ye know.."

"Aye tha' it is but I won' be doin' the cartwheels. If I get elected I plan on passin' a law tha' e'ery Friday all the 'ot chicks mus' do cartwheels in the marketplace while wearin' a skirt." Robert grinned at his brilliant plan. "I mean is there a man alive wha' would nae wan' tae see tha?......Jus' imagine we might finally get tae find out if Lydia's carpet matches her drapes!" Robert beamed proudly as his brother groaned and hung his head.