Robert staggered to the stand of microphones a tankard of rum in his hand.

"Now listen up chums.....my fellow canidate might wan' tae deny 'is part in a recent sex scandal, but me?....I'm Robert Kidd I'll brag...er...I mean confess tae mine. That'll make ye all relate tae me better when ye find I's be jus' as falible as the rest o' ye peoples." Holds a balled fist to his mouth as he supresses a belch, and then takes a large drink of rum.

"Now 'eres the deal." Leans forward and nearly falls in his drunken state before catching himself.

"I did dun did ol' twiggy Dunderbridge. Let me tell ye, the stories be true all o' them they do. It were nae me fault though.....damnable temptress were wearin' under britches with tiny skulls and crossbones. I were tryin' tae be a gentleman an' count'em all acurately fer 'er so's she could properly pay the fancy panty tax. I fell prey tae 'er womanly charms thoug...Ifen ye get me drift." Robert managed a wink through his false tears.

"I be sorry fer bein' weak o' the flesh...please fergive me an. elect me govenor o' RhyDin....do it fer the strippers. Than' ye an good day."

With that Robert staggered away from the microphones and went in search of more rum.