[Posters are scattered about Lower] As the beast that is the Campaign Season lumbers along, more and more candidates cling to moderate and safe reform. "Awareness!" they cry! "Safety!" "Sanctuary!". Who'd have known bullshit might sound so nice?

Voices peep about. I hear them- even in Upper! "Morgie, you're a loose cannon!", they say! "You're an unstable, drunken whore!" "You speak much too freely, Maggie!"

Every single of those things is correct. I'm a booze-addled, outspoken dirty little public nuisance. I'm a conflictive element. I'm not certainly safe. I sure as hell won't promise stability. I don't even -want- it!

My platform is simple. I'm going to keep the watch and its puppet masters -the hell- out of Lower. We don't need them. We never have! I'll trim fat from the blubberous asses of Upper Sanctuary and its institutions, putting it to the needs of Lower! I'll ask important questions about the surface, and why in the hell we haven't found it yet!

How will you accomplish this, Morgie? You're only a drunken girl against the greying snakes of the Council! All hands are against you!

Bullshit. I've one thing they don't. A rather large set of balls. I've got nothin' to lose, folks. If you haven't either, then you're voting Morgan Maddocks.