"I just don't think it's practical to build a fence on the border-"
"Get out of the pool!"
Everyone at the summit jumped up, startled.
"What is the meaning of this?!" bellowed Yob Ron. He didn't like his poolside political discussions interrupted, especially by... who was that?
"I said get out!" screamed the strange man, flailing his arms up and down.
The partygoers looked at Yob Ron, wondering why he didn't call his robotic butlers in to escort the nuisance out. "He's lost control of the situation," they whispered to each other.
"You've shamed me, and my family tree," sneered Yob Ron at the stranger. The man bowed his head in shame, and held himself in that position until Yob Ron had finished berating him.
"...furthermore, we found the floppies in the computers in the library. You know what we found on them?"
The man didn't know.
"Evidence. We have all the evidence we need to convict, friend."
"But... you need to get out of the pool."
"Why is that, my old friend?"
"There are sharks... there are sharks in the pool."
"Randal, I've swam through this pool a thousand times. Never once did I see a shark."
"The prophesy," he cooed. Randal took a pen out of his pocket and began writing big red numbers all over the grass. As he completed each one, their edges glowed bright orange.
"I've been to them," he said, capping the pen. "I've seen them."
"The sharks?" Yob Ron was getting impatient.
"No. The polar bears. Global warming is making them move south. They're starting to fly now."
"Comment your lines, Randal."
"I will at that!" Randal reached into his vest pocket and cringed. Yob Ron could hear a squishing sound. When Randal removed his hand from his vest, it had a cantaloupe in it.
"This cantaloupe is yours, I believe."
"I... I don't... this is so unexpected..."
"Just do me one favor, before you accept it."
"Get out of the pool."