/me swiftly swings his sturdy arm out as the sleeve of his clothing would be brought up to the air and then clashing against his arm as down it would be his hand firmly grasping a wooden clipboard, as the lens of his thick rimmed black glasses flashes a gleaming light towards the man, he'd clear his throat in a charming matter, then speak in his light hearted Irish accent. "Did you not read the thirteenth amendment?"
