Domination of Equestria - T-300 days.
“Cravats?”
“Oh yes. Horrible things.”
“Mr President, can you maybe explain your fear a little more...expansively?”
“Expansive, yes, that’s the very reason!”
“It is?”
“Oh gods yes! See, cravats are the exact opposite of expansive.”
“Constrictive?”
“Yes! Exactly. Every time I wrap one around me I feel like someone’s clawing at my neck.”
“Have you always felt this way?”
“I think it started after that time with my brother…”
“Your brother? What happened with him?”
“He choked me with my cravat once.”
“He choked you? Why would he do that?”
“I’m not sure it was intentional...he was more holding onto it for dear life at the time.”
“Were you fighting?”
“Technically? Kinda… I suppose we were. I mean I was throwing him into a mechanised threshing machine, he was holding onto my tie to avoid falling to his painful and inevitable death.”
“Ahhh...Mr President, I think it may be prudent of me to remind you of patient confidentially. I’ll never...ever, speak of anything you say here…”
“Oh I know, I have you under twenty four hour surveillance.”
“Oh...oh...lovely…”
“Yes yes, still, my brother.”
“Yes! Yes, your brother, you were...threshing machine?”
“Yes, one of our old ones. The business was originally in the agriculture sector you see. We did very well.”
“So how did you escape?”
“Escape? Oh the Cravat? I shot him. He let go after that.”
“I...see...Well, I think I have a recommendation for you, Mr President.”
“You do?”
“Have you tried a clip on?”
Overlord Rule No:64 I will see a competent psychiatrist and get cured of all extremely unusual phobias and bizarre compulsive habits which could prove to be a disadvantage.