"You figure it out on your own, bro. I'm gonna fill this ballot up real quick." Irene sat down at the kitchen table, pulled out a granola bar and proceeded to eat it one tiny bite at a time. As she was filling up the ballot, she managed to eat one fourth of it. "Damn it, I ate too much. I'll have to puke it out later."
"Ok, I absolutely don't have the fucking time to listen to all of this bullshit. Let's just play favorite. Icholasen, 12 points. The only thing better than sending an actually good entry is helping me in my petty pursuits. What the fuck are even these other countries?
Inquista gets none of my points, just like they get none of my Sahara.
Angleter also gets zero for being unfashionably late to this dinner. I understand the desire to avoid being in a room where there will be food, but come on.
Menmiriak or however you spell it.. Your country's name starts with the word men? One point, and only because there are worse contenders.
Conch Kingdom? Why not Queendom? Two points for this blatant lack of misandry in their name.
Union of Duchies? I've heard of celebrity kids who have better names, Three points.
No foaga? My name is no, my sign is no, my number is no, but my foaga? Four points.
Reitzmag and Austria... I'll give Reitz six and Austria five because if the German speakers go to war again, I'd rather side with the country whose name reminds of a dinner at the Ritz.
Ruthund? If it was Ruthbaderginsburg they'd get ten, but this way it's seven.
Fermet gets eight because I can actually kinda recognize this name.
Spain gets ten because they deserve a consoltation prize for dealing with that fat bitch El Trisha. And there we have it."
Irene sent her Eurovoice votes and then took a selfie she put on her Instagram story."Just finished listening to all the Eurovoice entries! I'm so inspired by all of this new music I just heard! #SoMuchTalent"