The President of the United States leaned back in the Oval Office chair, feet propped up on a desk that had seen more alien blood than ink lately. Zinyak’s empire was crumbling, and the Saints were doing what they did best: making a cosmic mess.
"Kinzie, if I’m stuck in a sitcom, I better have a catchphrase," the Boss yelled, dodging a laser beam that turned a nearby mailbox into a bouquet of flowers. "How about 'Get off my planet'?" Kinzie suggested. Articles on the topic: "saint row 4"
"I feel a musical number coming on!" Pierce shouted, already hip-firing at a floating robot that was trying to hand him a tray of cookies. The President of the United States leaned back