There was silence in the vehicle as two of the greatest figures in Eraphalia sat in silence, staring at each other. The woman, dressed in fine material and a beauty, was in the midst of sighing. One may question why such a situation is being played out, but for any seasoned veteran of the shenanigans that the Director of Eraphalia tends to pull off, one will quickly feel pity for the woman and her husband, the Vice Director of Eraphalia. It was not a hidden secret in Eraphalia that the Director is a strange man and that comprehending him may prove difficult for some. Many, in response to this, shrug and simply place the issue on the fact the Director is one of the brightest men on the planet and that truly understanding him would cause people to go mad.
"Vice Director Hamson," the Director closed his eyes as he relaxed against the finely made seats, "you have to understand the intricacies of the pudding to even grasp the concepts of what a pudding is. Many intellectuals will look at pudding and state 'that's a pudding,' but that is wrong. You see Dr. Hamson, pudding is an unique food that is gel-like and is liked by children, but it goes beyond that. By grasping what the pudding is, we can realize the potential of pudding and harness the general within the pudding for the good of Eraphalia."
At this point, Vice Director Hamson was inches away from burying his face with his hands in frustration. Taking deep breathes, the relatively young politician bit his lower lips as he glared at the Director. People like to shower the Director with praises and worship him as some God-given saint that will lead Eraphalia into a golden era, but no one knew who the Director is unless you work with him intimately. As the Vice Director, Dr. Hamson has a very clear image of who the Director is. Certainly he is sharp, certainly he is clever, and certainly he is strange. But, you don't know the Director until your phone starts to ring for three hours past midnight, all of said phone calls from the Director. And what did the Director want? Some national emergency? God forbid that! No, the Director had Dr. Hamson call a local pizzeria and order a delivery.
"Why do you have to be so infuriating?" Dr. Hamson breathed out as he managed to calm his nerves.
"My dear fellow," the Director stroked his beard as he stared at the ceiling of the vehicle, "I do not comprehend what you mean by infuriating? Per chance have you fallen in love with me? I'll remind you that I have a wife and I am certainly not interested in young men! Though if you are up to the task, I do know so-"
The Director paused with his sentences, realizing that Dr. Hamson was ready to snap at any moment. The deadly stare and the clenching of the fists gave it away, far too clear.
"Ah," the Director sighed as he nodded to Dr. Hamson's wife, "You truly have a fine specimen as your mate. And now, as much as I want to continue poking at you, Dr Hamson, it appears we have arrived to our destination. Let us go in and greet the finest of all creatures on this given planet. Come my young charge and his lovely wife, we must seek friendship."