It's high noon, it's dark, and clouds of angry locusts are swarming outside the window. Switzerland has joined the United Nations and the Angel of Death is having coffee in your living room.
He speaks German and French-two of his four official languages. He represents 12 of the 23 Cantons and 54 per cent of the popular vote. He smiles at you, his teeth glisten, and he looks at the coo-coo clock on your wall.
"It's time," he says and pushes his cup aside. "It's time to go."