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[thcpresidcnt-archived]

It was nearing the afternoon and Morty couldn't believe that he let his second-in-command talk him into taking a break from the work that kept piling up on his desk. Not just that, but being blind-folded with a thick yellow ribbon and having to rely on holding the man's hand to be guided somewhere, just felt humiliating.

"Where are you taking me anyway?"

"Sir, please, i-it's a surprise..."

That only elicited a huff from the president, but it didn't matter. He was just hoping that this wouldn't take long. He needed to get stuff done and he wasn't about to let anything else get in the way.

Once the walking came to a slow, the first sounds he noticed were the loud echo of his shoes on a tiled floor. His immediate guess was that they were in some kind of auditorium. That's all he could distinguish.

The blind-fold was slipped off of him and he was presented within, what he had guessed, the auditorium. Gold and black balloons were decorated through-out. Decorations hung from high places, specifically a mismatched colored sign that wrote the words 'Happy Birthday.'

This was the most surprising thing that could have happened to him today. Though, given that his second-in-command was known for frills, he couldn't exactly not have expected it.

"It's...."

In a nervous stammer, the second-in-command interrupted. "I-I know, sir, y-you don't like celebrating your birthday. But, I thought this year, th-that I would do something special for you...."

A beat of silence.

".... It's adequate, nice job, I need to get back to work, but," Another bit of silence. "Later, you can take me out dinner."

"Y-Yes, sir, I'm glad that you like it. See you later..."