"Chinatown should be burnt to the ground. It is innately a breeding ground for disease, a permanent threat to city governance. It's best to destroy it now, taking advantage of this rare excuse. Mayor, you've added a significant stroke to the cause of public health in San Francisco."
Mayor Michael straightened his back, overlooking the rampant flames from the airship.
Upon hearing the flattery from his companion, his heavy eye bags drooped, "I only want to do more for the citizens during my tenure."
St. Yves and Michael walked side by side to a spot, "Citizens will only cast their votes for someone who truly contributes to the stability and prosperity of this city, like you, esteemed Mayor." He raised his glass, "Here's to your re-election."
"After driving the Chinese out of that district, Enfield can redevelop that piece of land and make a fortune from it. Your votes are indeed costly."
Michael joked.
