Oh no, you think. They're forcing me to vote for Clinton!
But wait. . . you have a weapon up your sleeve!
Well, not actually a weapon. Just an excuse.
"I'm not 18." you say.
"NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" The liberals melt to the
ground.
"We'll be back", one of 'em says.
Immediantly, they grasp you by the neck. They drag you toward the
back. The leader holds out a VOTING BALLOT!