Deep within the FOM bunker a silver haired billionaire is having the fluff picked out of his navel in the Fluff Picking room. The minion with the tweezers attempts to engage his master in conversation. Minion: My Lord, what will happen to FOM when you retire? The silver haired billionaire leaps to his feet and stares into the chest of the minion. BE: RETIRE? RETIRE? HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST SUCH A THING! Minion: Sorry oh Dark Lord. It's just that I had been reading an article on Clip the Apex on A Life After Bernie. BE: That website will be the death of me, if it was possible for me to die. Do you not realise the system that F1 and FOM is based on minion? Minion: No, oh great and noble one. BE wanders across to a cupboard and removes a red covered book which he tosses to the minion. The cover reads "The Rise and Fall of the Soviet Union". The word "Fall" has been struck through with a black marker pen. Minion: Ah My Liege, I see your plan. BE: We just have to avoid our Boris Yeltsin moment. So, if anyone suggest John Button should take over if anything happens to me have them shot. Minion: By your command. BE lays back down on the table and the minion returns to extracting the fluff from BE's navel which he carefully collects in a silver salver.