Timon chuckled, enjoying the thought of followers. He imagined many of them performing small duties; fanning him with a giant palm leaf, feeding him fruit and rubbing his feet. Of course, he knew the likely hood of anyone performing such tasks was little. But it didn't hurt to pretend it could happen. Who knew, perhaps he could convince Vyers to do at least one of the duties?

"I know a lot of people are listening to what I have to share information wise. And, you know, there is a group supporting me with this who mayor thing. But they're not following any orders or anything by me. They're acting on their own."

Scratching the back of his neck, the rodent frowned. "I'd like to see the Organization pack their bags n' hightail it outta here before they can hurt anyone else, but I don't think that's gunna happen any time soon. So I'm hoping the Resistance can do at least somethin' to spook 'em. It's possible they could turn on the city too once the Organization is taken care of, so it's a tough call."

He sighed, "I'd just like it to end."