A koala should run for mayor. Then when it gave a concession speech after losing it could be like, "Why didn't you vote for me? I have all the necessary koalafications!" And then people would being a chant, gradually growing louder and louder until all you could hear was the roar of their voices crying, "RECOUNT! RECOUNT! RECOUNT! RECOUNT!" The winning mayor would find himself unable to face a recount in a race that he now saw so clearly should have gone to his opponent and hand over his mayoral keys to the city. The crowd would then hoist the koala up on their shoulders and attempt to make it dictator for life, only for the koala to calmly remark, "Wait. You're not really koalafied to do that." The populous would let out an enormous cheer that rivaled all others in history and proclaim their lasting admiration for such a humble, talented koala as they stampeded to a field of eucalyptus in celebration.
Years later, in a job interview following the koala's long and successful mayorship, the interviewer would ask, "So, you won the election. But what makes you qualified for this job?" And the koala would reply, "Don't you mean..... koalafied?" "HIRED."
It pays to be a koala in a recession.
