"How exactly do the state meetings go down?"
--It goes a little something like this.--

Pennsylvania: Where is Virginia... She's late once again.

West Virginia: Let's just start without her!

Minnesota: No it's rude not to wait for her. -he commented.-

Hawaii: Let's wait a little while longer.

Arizona: -she frowned- we've been waiting 20 minutes. Not to mention those idiots keep fighting.

Florida: STRIPPER!!!

California: AT LEAST I CAN GET A GIRL!!!

Arizona: It is true though, you do have a lot of strip clubs~!

California: SAYS YOU!!! You have gangs on every street corner!!!!

Arizona: At least I don't have strip clubs and gamblers everywhere.

New York: My place has gangs too.

Massachusetts: Yeah but you don't have one on every ally way.

Illinois: I used to have a lot of gangs too! Ah that was the life...

Michigan: You sound like an old man...

Illinois: -he pouted.- At least I do my hair in the morning~

Michigan: I DO DO MY HAIR!!! IT JUST STICKS UP!!!

Arizona: But if we're talking about death, I remember that Texas seems to have a pretty large caliber for that~

Texas: JUST BECAUSE IVE HAD THE MOST DEATH PENTANES IN ANY STATE SINCE THE 70S DOESNT MEAN I GO AROUND THE STREETS SHOOTING PEOPLE LIKE YOU DO!!!

New Mexico: Calm down amigos y amigas! We don't need any fighting here!

Arizona: I was hoping to come to this meeting to make a few allies, but this whole bunch are just idiots as expected.

-Florida and California were in a full blown fist fight, while Washington sighed.-

Washington: That's enough... I can't believe I thought we could have a simple meeting. -he stood up.- But as am usual we seem to be sidetracked. I'm leaving... There's no point in me staying anyways.

-Alaska scowled.-
Alaska: Agreed... -she slammed her fists down onto California and Florida'a heads, causing them to both fall to the ground- I'm done here...