I finally did it, I had collected 70 tokens from my cornflakes, eating them morning, noon and night for the past 6 months. I don't think I could eat any more flakes of corn if someone paid me a million pounds. But the prize would be worth it. 70 tokens and a hundred pounds for a night with the Prime Minister.
My friends all questioned why I went to such an effort, what difference would one night make? They didn't know that in between munching bowls of flakes I had been learning hypnotherapy. I had plenty of time to read as I had saved so much time by not cooking. I had even practised on a few friends and they had no idea. Some of the antics I had made them perform were hilarious.
I walked to the postbox with a spring in my step. This time next month I would be sat opposite the most powerful man in the country. He wouldn't even know that between smalltalk I would be working my way into his weasly mind. Between now and then I had to decide what I would do with him, what was the most important thing, not just for me but for the country?
I was tempted to get him to reveal the truth about conspiracy theories, did aliens really exist? Or to give everyone an extra week's holiday. My favourite idea was to get him to sack all other politicians and hire my mum, the wisest person I know. However, there would likely be a rebellion and someone might discover what I had done.
I had to be more subtle. Mail order power, it was at my fingertips and I had the ultimate plan. I would embed a code word in his mind, maybe after cheese and biscuits and everytime I uttered that word the Prime Minister would be forced to do whatever I said. I just needed to maintain access with him. I could be very charming when I wanted to be and so I would find a way for him to keep in touch. Perhaps through my charity work, he could be our new sponsor, it would help his campaign.
The possibilities were endless, thanks to a few sticky tokens, a few golden flakes and my powerful mind.