A man named G.L.E.W.G.S.P. (pronounced Glesp, no particular order, will be standard and without periods from now on) once existed in a corporeal state, blue flashing saber and all. He hung around in the land of Nogsmo, a purplish sort of place with tons of culture. Glewgsp had a heptagon of tattoos on his suave-as-hell chest, each emblazoned with a letter of his name (last names don't exist here). He was very proud of the pinnacle one, which he had gotten after outwitting King Clover (of Honey land, east of Nogsmo).
Now Glewgsp had a strong sense of justice, flashing red, white, and blue patriotism all the time. He was diligent and knew how to argue very well, and could have passed as a first rate lawyer in our world. His qualifications led him to become a Mdetr, which is sort of like a city council member. He began rising up the echelons, but at the moment has not advanced rank.
There was a festival (to begin a few months after this meeting), the first after his appointment, where he made his name. Two pretty important booths were presented (not so important that literally everyone would go to them, but important enough where many people would be interested). These were the Mushroom Booth and the Hermit Crab Booth, each displaying cool members of their name. Glewgsp attained approval to complete these from the three contractors (each were responsible for a specific aspect of booth making), and created the basic skeleton for each booth.
A few weeks passed, and not much was getting done. Some people offered cool species (rare families too!) that were all the rage, and would be for a while, and praised him for how he handled these suggestions. "Man, Glewgsp is a great Mdetr, he has so much confidence in himself! I mean he doesn't even need to respond to offers!" And so the festival preparations carried on.
A young man named Voic was getting antsy; he loved Hermit Crabs. Seeing that not much work was getting done, he offered his humble services to take over the booth, now adorned with yawning clouds (btw, he sent a piece of mail, this wasn't in person). When he got no formal response, Voic thought to himself, "$It's great we have such a confident leader! He needn't reply because he knows we all have faith in him to do his job!$"
Later the next day, Glewgsp went to the Hermit Crab Booth and started asking for suggestions. Maybe the population's interest in rare hermit crabs had changed? People commented on his diligence, "it's so great he works hard! He's even asking other people for help that he could easily get himself, but he feels obliged to include others!"
Anyway, the festival came, and the booths were still unfinished. Empty tanks and cages were scattered about like an aquarium convention or something. The women had comments: "Oh, he's so stylish! Girls love stylin' absences!"
A few days later, during the "suggestions for next year" section of the festival, a young man named Swift cam out with an idea, a Mushroom Fist Race. An ordinator came along and had a quick look and theorized it probably wouldn't be interesting, because she felt Mushroom Race was too similar, and rejected it. Swift responded, "Sire, have you tried this race before? It doesn't play that similarly to Mushroom Race. It doesn't make sense to brush it off without trying it out first. It might be fun!" However, Glewgsp came to solve the issue.
"Swift, watch what you're saying. That ordinator takes out of his own time to do this for us. We can't have you on the offensive."
"Offensive? I'm not attacking anything. I'm just saying his suppositions could use more backup, since in my race-tests, Mushroom Race is not similar to Mushroom Fist Race!"
"Arguing against my pride? I'm always right. You may leave now."
Swift was escorted by a pair of Mentos and dumped sadly out of Nogsmo.
However, soon leaflets began circling around, talking about Glewgsp. "He's so stuck up. He tells others to test and mocks them, yet he won't do tests himself. He neglects his duties and poorly communicates with innocent civilians just trying to help. He mock people when they're wrong, and all those who try to oppose him find their voice-lines gone. There are a few other Mdetrs that are really cool. He should be more like them. Just because you have power doesn't mean you can mock people and use your position to say you're right and dismiss issues." Luckily for the circulators, these were all cleverly hidden with obscure codings, alternate names, and witty stories, so probably no one was departed from Nogsmo afterwards.
The End.