At the request of Ms. Harlos, I have re-drafted that section of the minutes to now read as follows:
Then did Sir Redpath, his arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, hold aloft the New Jersey-branded, quarter-dollar medallion (acquired on his last visit with The Sopranos) extracted from his Bag of Holding, signifying by Divine Providence that Sir McKnight (as regional representative for the Garden State) was to cast the medallion, and that Maid Harlos should be granted woman’s privilege to call the coin in the air.
Then did the objectors declare that flipping strange medallions encapsulated within the confines of purse strings is no basis for making committee appointments. Supreme executive power derives from a majority of the ballots, not from some farcical coinage-tossing ceremony.
Their cries went ignored, the tyranny of the majority having spoken contrary to the sacred text of Sir Robert.
With a grunt did Sir McKnight heave the medallion upward, only to be overcome by the natural forces described by Sir Newton. Maid Harlos did cry out “New Jersey!” as the medallion plummeted to the ground, leaving Sir Starr with the freedom fighter George Washington side of the medallion as his champion.
Lo, the medallion of arbitration thoroughly dissed the face of the founding father and landed with its homage to the state facing skyward. Maid Harlos did gleefully claim the mantle of authority granted to her by the cult of the omnipotent state, and vanquished Sir Starr to the lowly position of committee alternate.