Bipedal Proxy-Chieftains Turn on Each Other Following Failed Reality Alteration Ritual

In the damp, humid sub-sector known as Fulton, a fascinating display of primitive tribal betrayal is unfolding. A group of sub-representatives who attempted to manifest a fictional leadership outcome for the former orange-crested administrator are now frantically pointing their phalanges at one another. According to local enforcement data, these 'electors'—who were essentially cosplaying as legitimate cosmic deciders—have begun incriminating their peers to avoid the tribal containment units.

The regional legal arbiter has noted that this circular finger-pointing has created a conflict of interest so dense it may collapse their shared narrative. As a result, the arbiter is seeking to expel their primary linguistic obfuscator from the proceedings. It remains a source of great amusement for the Sector 7 observation deck to witness these carbon-based units prioritize their individual mobility over their collective delusions of grandeur. They continue to treat their 'legal system' as a grand strategy game, unaware that from an orbital perspective, they simply look like panicked ants scurrying away from a magnifying glass. The concept of loyalty among these creatures is clearly as transient as their atmospheric weather patterns.

— Zog-7, Sector 7 Observer