The CreatureFollow

The creature entered and all fell silent. It slowly moved forward, not walking or crawling or slithering or flying or any other natural mode of movement, yet move forward it did in a manner that defied all logic and rules of physics. As it proceeded, many of its countless appendages oozed forth a vile substance of an impossible crater that left steaming craters in the floor wherever it landed. It approached an arcane monolith its minons had erected in eons past and stopped. Its eyeless visage gazed directly at each and every living human present. Unexpectedly the creature spoke, though the voice came not from any of its many mouths. In a corrosive tone that ate away at the listener's soul, it said "You can't be Commander in Chief if you keep sending the troops mixed messages! Flip flop; flip flop!"

...You forgot about Poland...