Enginish sneezes, scattering the pile of foam granules. Some of it drifts lazily into the room's air vent, causing the robot there to whirr in alarm. The cup destroyed, he begins to chew a pen.
After a few contemplative gnaws, he jabs the pen at the monitor.
"See, I thought about that. The only worry is that the trustee is an infiltrator, yeah? If we pick two, it lowers the odds of us picking commie scumbags to, uh... about 3%, from 20%. Having two trustees solves the whole 'lying about stuff' worry. But, but, but... The odds that at least one of them being no good rises from 20% to 37%. This is of course assuming 3 infiltrators."
"All we have to do to prevent the trustee from lying to us is to modify the plan a bit. On day 3 or so, we can have everyone publicly reveal whether they have a role or not, then compare that list with the one supplied by our guy. Any discrepancies and we put 'im in the dirt. Only a fool would lie about something like this with his life on the line."
"All that said, Mr. Ambassador here sounds like a fine pick. I feel like an enemy would have hesitated a bit before volunteering."