There's no escape from The Hill, with the DC roads completely congested due to inauguration day. The driving hailstorm only adds to the apocalyptic scenes unfolding around you: The cacophony of choppers and sirens draws closer, and you can feel the ground thumping under your feet. Suddenly, the Seat of Congress explodes, showering you in dust and debris. A giant shape emerges, roaring: "THEY SAID I NEEDED TO BREAK THE GLASS CEILING, BUT I FIGURED I'D JUST BREAK THROUGH THE CAPITOL INSTEAD!!!"
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