He walked slowly to the podium and tapped the microphone to check that it was on. There was a small squeak of feedback.
He took his notes from his pocket and looked out at the crowd. There were easily 10,000 faces looking back at him.
None of them were going to like what he had to say.
He cleared his throat, ready to deliver the speech which would condemn most of them to a life of pain and misery.
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