Bertilson seems to see the light, doesn't turn it on

Found reading "The Sophisticator", "The Defender", and watching a duo of Youtube videos recently at his desk in Minneapolis, Bertilson looked somewhat confused, excited, and, no lot least, disbelieving. He almost seemed too excited to answer our questions, until he stopped staring into 3.1 million pixels crying for him to support Ahern.
Finally controlling himself, Bertilson commented thus: "I didn't know before why I should have exited the race before. Now I know. Ahern seems to know what he's doing."

Bertilson seemed to fear assassination after making this comment, because he descended into his nuke-proof underground mansion, in which we managed to get some more out of him, though in tones which most dogs would black out from.

"Ahern seems as if he might not botch the whole job, if only a bit. You see, I'm planning to run again," Bertilson said somewhat firmly, "and I want a proper mess to clean up when I do. Everybody seems to want to leave a good planet for their children, but, following the logical conclusion, Ahern would not want that, for the unalterably simple reason that he has none, as of yet."

We chuckled and jabbered on several more hours into the night, but Bertilson didn't seem to want us to leave. Eventually, we slept in four of his many guest bedrooms.


Sincerely, your most unbiased reporters on everything Islas,


!Noaj, Boa, Garg, and the GIMP!