When anything and everything you ask for is handed to you, those hands seem to blur into nothingness and you forget they're alive just like you are.

...they were mixing and mingling their powerful supporters together like a hearty granola of golfballs and checkbooks.

He was a powerful man; he had powerful contacts, and two hidden office levels that, although weren't dungeons, could be used for anything his desperate mind set out to do.

They were a paper chain of distinguished members of society, and when one caught fire, they either severed themselves or they all went up in smoke.