Walking into the quiet HQ, Lance glanced at the rota

Family driver – Ricky_Bobby Virgil_Doherty

Tearoom cleaning - Coppa

Communication - Lance

Cooking -  Tammy @MarkoV

Behaviour monitor - Dino FrancisClownNose FancisClownNose

Custard checker - Lib_

He looked in at the tearoom, Coppa had done a fantastic job.  The tables sparkled and there were no biscuit crumbs on the floor.  Watching Roger_Varian eat digestive biscuits while singing his favourite songs was something else but the shower of crumbs was a pain to tidy up.  Lance didn’t enjoy being on the cleaning but Coppa excelled.

Outside Borat’s office was a set of pigeon holes, loving crafted by Smash during his time in High 5.  Despite the unfortunate name, Smash was really quite a delicate handler of everything and the pigeon holes were a work of art.  Lance pulled the note left by Borat that was marked for him.

Announce me to the world.

Lance sighed, how was this even going to work?  A Kazakhstani dynamite expert whose raison d’etre for as long as he had known the man was to find something to blow up.  The only saving grace had been he hadn’t resorted to blowing his own HQ up.

He started drafting a speech

Ladies and gentlemen.  In a triumph of the middling and a nod to mediocrity I am here with great news. As some of you will know, a long long time ago a barely literate fine man arrived in these six cities from Kazakhstan.  He was taken in by Asher, a leader with the capacity to craft many silk purses from one sow’s ear, who moulded and shaped Borat into the mankini wearing extrovert you see today.  A man labelled as a reversion to the mean, a rebuke to the exemplary whose motto is “inhibitions be damned”.

I have known him ever since my beloved mentor Stan brought me here and I have found his teachings to be invaluable…put the dynamite here, light this end and run far away quickly.  A man, so in touch with his proletariat roots he never finds helping out in Tammy’s Today’s Special Custard Dish  to be beneath him.

Borat has given hope to the millions unblessed by exceptionalism has worked incredibly hard to protect his family, leaving his own personal growth as late as possible.  Tammy and I lost a lot of money betting against him reaching his current level of influence frequently marveled at the sacrifice of leaving his members stuck in jails so as not to deprive others of that opportunity.

Ladies, gentlemen, boys, girls and baby’s I give you the latest godfather of these fine cities…the one, the only 

Borat Margaret Sagdiyev.

Lance suddenly remembered he had left his bike unchained, so leaving his draft on his desk he ran outside hoping nobody would get to read it before he polished it up a bit.

Arriving late at Borat's High Five HQ, Tammy decided to look through her collection of custard recipes before she'd do some late-night spelling lessons with Franci FancisClownNose. She had asked Roger_Varian to cook her a meal because she was tired of drinking lukewarm coffee and eating the sub-par bakements she made herself all day.

As she walked to the central desk she found a note. She started reading and understood what was about to happen. Tammy smiled as she read about Borat's efficiency and his bombing proficiency. She learned a thing or two about Borat's history, too, as she thought of how hard it had to be to resist the urge of bombing everything.. She looked at the walls and felt lucky that everything was still in perfect state.
As always, Lance's picture of him crossing a finish line with his arms stretched up in the air hung there neatly. Tammy always wondered if it had hurt, crossing several mountains on a bike with a syringe still dangling in your arm..

After enjoying Roger_Varian's meal, she walked towards Francis FancisClownnose and said

We will try to practise the 'r' later.. Take GabeTheDog and let's go outside. It's now time to go out into the Streets and enjoy the great feat of our South Philadelphia leader becoming the country's most efficient Godfather in recent history!

Raising her voice for all to hear, she smilingly added

Congratulations, my dear, dear friend and now Godfather Borat!

Tony had just gotten back from the Godfather-chairman ceremony in Detroit for Takkar, still wearing his same tuxedo Tony arrived to the celebration of Borat and his celebration of godfatherhood. Seems Godfather were appearing left and right these days. Tony walked up to ash borat and put his arm around his shoulder and kissed his check the way Italians usually do. borat being from Kazakhstan gave Tony an odd look as if a Vageen would come out of nowhere and kill us both.

Borat, my brother, I am so happy for you, I know how hard you have worked for this and you truly deserve it. Wanted to take the time and give you the biggest congratulations possible! You will be amazing at your new role I have no doubt about it. For the occasion I have bought you special present.

Tony revealed a room full of american prostitutes perfect for man of great taste from Kazakhstan.

Borat my gift to you is a bunch of verrrry niiice american vageen.

Tony watched as borat face lit up in hap-penis as he made his way into the room. Tony continued to drink his scotch along with the rest of the guests.