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After a long day of sitting and doing nothing, David 7 found themself almost drifting to sleep with boredom as they waited for their companion. When the doors were blasted open, and the man himself appeared before them, the clone jumped so far out of their seat they almost hit the roof."David!" He yelled."David, you will not believe what is happening!"David yawned. "Trexel, whatever it is, I don't care. I'm bored and tired and you should've been here hours ago.""Oh, nobody cares about you David. Today is all about me! I'm famous now David, not that I wasn't before, but-""Hold on, hold on." The clone interrupted, now a little more awake. "What do you mean you're famous!""Haven't you seen David? I would've thought you to have seen. Don't you care about me?! Don't you care about old Trexel in his hour of excellence?! Damn you, clone! Damn you!" Trexel yelled, trying to shake David by the shoulders but not being strong enough by quite a margin."I literally can't leave this room, Trexel." They replied."You don't need to, David. It's all on I.M.O.G.E.N!""What's all on I.M.O.G.E.N? Trexel, you aren't being very clear.""Is that a surprise, David. Look me in the eyes and tell me that's a surprise. No, you'll never get a straight answer from old Trexel Geistman! That's just how I roll - and also how I hide from my many, many enemies." He chuckles, then widens his eyes. "But it won't be enemies anymore, David! No, it will be my many fans. Trexelians, I'll call them. Or perhaps Trexelites. Maybe the Trexel Nation? Ooh, that's a good one!""I'd personally go with idiots." The clone bluntly said."HEY! Now that isn't very nice, David, do you know why?"David sighed. "Please tell me why, Trexel. I'm so very interested in what you have to say.""Exactly, David, you understand! I'm Trexel Geistman, the most interesting man on Stellar Firma. Now, I'll tell you the occasion, as much as I might pay for disclosing that information. The citizen employees of Stellar Firma, just like you and me, though not like you because you're a clone, and clones aren't people. And I suppose not like me either, because I'm better than all of them! They will never surpass the greatness of Trexel Geistman!!"He paused his speech, which also consisted of wild hand gestures, evil cackling, and a whole lot of misplaced confidence, and just stared at David with an almost frightening expression - though that wasn't uncommon of 'the great Trexel Geistman'.The clone blinked. "You were saying?""Ah yes, thank you David. The citizen employees of Stellar Firma, people not like you or me, are voting for me to be... THE NUMBER ONE FASHION DISASTER!!!!!!!!!"*Pause*"Is... Is that supposed to be a revelation...?" David tentatively asked."You bring up a good point David, and honestly, if I can talk to you for a second, man to clone?" He leaned in."Yes, Trexel..." They cautiously lean in."I'm surprised they haven't done this way sooner. You know why, David?""Oh why haven't they, Trexel?""BECAUSE I'M TREXEL GEISTMAN, THE GREATEST CONSULTANT TO EVER BLESS STELLAR FIRMA, THE COSMIC LOUNGE'S MOST LOYAL CUSTOMER, AND THE ULMIGHTY FASHION DISAST-AHHHHHHHH." Trexel's flailing arms managed to hit David in the face, causing the man great amounts of well deserved pain. The next ten minutes consisted of Trexel running around the office screaming, clutching his now swollen hand. David 7 stood still and watched silently, and if an occasional triumphant smirk crossed their face? Well, no-one had to know.After Trexel had calmed himself, David asked. "So where on I.M.O.G.E.N are they voting for you on this well deserved award? I didn't know there was such a place.""Ahh, I thought that too David, at first. But you should surely know, yet you don't because you're a stupid and worthless clone, that they are using Tumblr!""Tumblr? What's that?""It's one of the few things that survived from Earth. Why, you ask?""I really don't..." David said."Why? Because it is TWO things, David. Firstly - it is a machine that we humans used to use to dry clothes. Now that brings along the question - why would you dry clothes? I personally prefer my clothes nice and moist! But that's not the part that matters to my ongoing disastrous fashion election, no, Tumblr is also an application that the citizen employees like to use for, well, many things, David, many things. In this instance, they use it to vote for people on very important things, such as their Tumblr Sexymen, which I also think I deserve to win, but that's a whole over discussion, David, so don't get me started!""Wait, hold on, slow down. So there's this thing called Tumblr, which dries clothes and also lets you vote for people on... very important things?"Trexel grinned. "Precisely, David. I knew you would get it! They love me, David. They've been promoting my cause with #TrexelSweep, which I'll admit confuses me ever so slightly, because sweeping is something you typically do with a broom, and I can think of MUCH better uses for that broom, if you know what I mean." He wiggled his eyebrows."Okay, firstly - gross. Secondly - who decided you were worthy of a hashtag?""The great people of Tumblr, David, have you not been listening?!"David sighed. "Is there anything else you wanted to tell me about, Trexel?""Do you know,David?" Trexel asked, a sudden serious look crossing his stupid face."Know what?""Do you?""What am I supposed to know?!" The clone squawked."That I am in the semifinal of this tournament. I'm currently winning, David, as I expected, but my lead is not as good as I would like. Some wannabe is only 2% behind me in the vote, David!""Who?"The idiot man started to finally show some human emotion in the form of tears flowing down his stupid face. "I can't remember his name, he's so irrelevant, David. He's only wearing ONE wig. David, do you know how many wigs I'm wearing?""I...no?""Neither do I, David, but it is at LEAST as many as he is." Trexel wept, perhaps out of jealousy for Teru who, like every other person on Stellar Firma, is a better person than Trexel Geistman, mass murderer, fashion disaster, idiot blorbo."Why does the number of wigs matter?""Haven't you been paying attention, David, it is a FASHION disaster tournament. Crazy wigs are the most disastrous fashion statement there is, and I would know!" He chuckled, miraculously no longer upset and instead rather pleased with himself for someone unknown, potentially horrible reason."Okay, but what about--"And this, is where I will end things for you, one of the potentially about five readers of this awful mockery of literature, because this conversation continues for quite a long time, all while the brief lays forgotten in the corner. They spend the next few hours argueing about the most disastrous thing that could happen to fashion, not realising that by doing that they are making it increasingly more imminent.The worst thing that could happen to fashion on Stellar Firma is, indeed, the demise of Trexel Geistman, solely for the reason that he buys so many clothes, particularly colourful shirts, sunglasses, wigs, and massive feather boas, that he could single-handedly keep all the board-run clothing stores in business. It is on that note that I shall leave you, as it is 11:30pm and I have school tomorrow. Please vote for Trexel, is all I ask. https://www.tumblr.com/fashiondisastertournamentHave a nice day. Go do something better with your time than read awful propaganda fanfiction written by a bored teenager, please. #TrexelSweep