“We should drink beer and play good ‘ol Risk!” But, dude, there’s nothing to fear. Risk isn’t fun, no risk, ugh, ask Chris.
So then we played world domination. Using cell phones and instant messaging to sneakily steam roll over nations. Grown ass men are just boys aging.
A diplomat you say? Well that makes good sense. A risk manager for pay! Put people at ease when tense.
Using corporations as fighters for freedom. How’s that for taxation? Fifa would grieve then.
When you’re around, all’s clear. Mr. Manager, keep on rock’n, We’ll have nothing to fear, if some queens come knock’n!