Cobra Commander appears in the Oval Office, the Resolute desk flanked by Cobra flags. Impossibly-tall Crimson Guard Immortals silently stand nearby, protecting their commander from all harm. The Commander is wearing his latest uniform – a black paramilitary outfit with a reflective silver helmet and a long red gloves. Naturally you can’t see his face, but his hissing voice just drips with elation and victory.
“Citizens of the United States of Cobra!” the Commander begins triumphantly, clenching one of his gloved fists. He leans forward. “We have captured your capitol. We have killed your old President, and made a mockery of your pale excuse for a new one! Like it or not, we control most of your population, and the remaining holdouts will fall soon before our implacable might! It is useless to fight us – why bring death and destruction upon yourself? Welcome to the New World Order, where the most powerful country on the planet is controlled by Cobra!”
“You wanted change? Stronger borders? Increased prosperity? Well, Cobra will provide everything you’ve ever wanted. No more gridlocked Congress – my benign dictatorship will destroy red tape and for once actually get things done! No more whiny liberal elites, or oppressive political correctness! Superior people should be given greater rights, and that’s what Cobra offers you. What you started with your last election we will finish through raw power!”
“Recruitment centers will soon be established in all major cities. Sign up for the future, and join those with a vision for a greater world. Don’t bring trouble down on your communities – report anyone trying to disrupt the new order, and be rewarded! These are changing times, but the change is for the good. Cobra is what will make this country great again. Join us, and be free.” Cobra Commander makes a motion, and the transmission is replaced by the image of an unfurled Cobra flag waving in the breeze.