Cynical explanation 2d:
Gamemaster Karl Rove, "Gordon is the new PM in Britain. How do you react?"
Several players confer. "We bomb him! We've got a couple of Drummer Girl car bombs -- Mercedes packed with explosives. And, uh, an SUV we can set on fire."
Gordon comes to table, balancing several rulebooks, a pint of Guinness, and a plate of munchies, and whines, "I say, fellows, that's not cricket. I haven't even had a chance to finish rolling for power, status, and charm."
Terrorist gives him a long, disbelieving look. "Why are you talking like Bertie Wooster?"
"Weel, I'm trying me best. Taking lessons in deportment and eeelocution from some Sassenach. He said I should try to talk like Hugh Grant looks. Vapidly English, ye ken."
Terrorists laugh so hard one of them chokes on a Twinkie and has to be pounded on the back.
Gamemaster sighs loudly. "Well, Mr. Prime Minister, *sir*, don't worry about rolling for charm. This is a guaranteed way to get a lot of approval points fast. Just don't piss them away like Dubya there."
Dubya, drunkenly waving a whiskey bottle, "I'm a Paladin! Anything I do is right! Anybody doesn't approve, they must be the Ack-ack-axis of Evil."
Everyone ignores him.
The GM says, "To get back to reality, guys, Gordon needs to roll for damage. Roll three D20s."
"Yes! Yes! Total of four, you terrorist bastards! Hah, see what you get for attacking the British lion!"
Rove consults a chart. "Sorry, boys, your Mercedes car bombs don't make it. One gets towed, and the other is discovered and disarmed. But the SUV. . . ."
Terrorists hold their breath.
"The SUV doesn't explode on impact, and when you set it on fire, you're caught and arrested. Now roll for damages from the flames."