In honor of National Donut Day the unwashed masses of Shittimistan , Hairy, Hairy's A team, and Amish Navy propose a moratorium on hostilities no matter how warm, fuzzy and colorful they may be and have a donut.
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Oh! Jennymae, you are so banned right now!
Thank you, thank you thank you ! We have trouble keeping us what with Hairy the News Director not telling anyone anything at anytime! Here, you deserve a donut-
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Deep inside a bunker, underneath a basement, in the heartland of the great Chiefdom once known as Mosestaria, the great ex-ruler, Moses the Young (est), discusses strategy with the 70 wisest wise men in all of Mosestaria.
"What news back from our agent in Rubyland, Mordecai?" asked the Chieftain.
"Oh, may your iron fist never rust and the velvet glove that softens its firm strike never chafe", replied the wise man with the longest beard.
"00007.1 has seduced the wicked witch of Jennymaesia, and a celebrity wedding is upcoming. The crone (and not to mention the majority in Jennymaesia) are quite taken with the man. Some reports have his popularity already rivaling that of the Empress herself. Famous producers are already requesting him sign contracts for them to develop films about his life's adventures. The Empress, clearly jealous of his burgeoning popularity, has already demanded of him a token of his loyalty, for which he gifted her a used tyre..."
"A tyre?" exclaimed the Chieftain surprisedly. "And a used one at that?"
"Yes..." answered Mordecai.
"Will that be sufficient to pacify the Empress? I would be insulted by such a gift," continued the Chieftain.
"Well, the Empress of Jennymaesia - may her lipstick be banana-flavoured and an ugly, recalcitrant verruca named Ursula form atop her stubborn nose - is not the wise, beloved Chieftain of Mosestaria - may his lips be moist and furtive, and his beak-shaped nose ever pointier."
"The used tyre..." continued the wise man "will serve to pacify the Empress of Jennymaesia long enough for her army to be crippled..."
The Chieftain nodded. "What usury are we extracting?"
"15% per day," answered Mordecai. "The joint occupying armies of Jennymaesia, Rubyland and Shittimistan (if Shittimistan even counts as a country) are costing a king's ransom to sponsor. Little did they know, when they borrowed from our innocuous-sounding financial institutions to fund their war, they set up their own countries as surety. Within a matter of days, if not a week, we will be able to purchase outright the Empire of Jennymaesia, with the badlands known as Rubyland an added bonus, like the attached snout-ring one receives when one purchases a hog."
"And Shittimistan?" enquired one of the other, not-so-wise wise men.
"Pah! Hardly worth mentioning," responded Mordecai disparagingly. "Shittimistan is like the curly tail that travels with the hog. Something one may even pay to be rid of."
Mordercai continued "With all enemy coffers diverted to funding the invasion of Mosestaria, there has been little spare to fund the enemy's propaganda efforts. Jennymaesia is running a story that the recent Mosestarian election was tainted by mosquito votes, whilst Rubyland is attempting to distract it's citizens by announcing a method of converting Mosestarian car-tyres into mascara."
The Chieftain laughed aloud as he rubbed the tips of his fingers together menacingly.
"Excellent... Excellent! My plans are finally coming to fruition..."
"Wait, what? The Empress is getting married too?" the great Chieftain of Mosestaria (may his heart remain unbroken and his mind unfettered by emotion) - deep inside a bunker, underneath a basement, in the heartland of the great Chiefdom once known as Mosestaria - spat out his celebratory champagne in surprise.continued.......
the day of the wedding arrived. The Empress was looking stunning in her wedding gown. Unfortunately the used tyre wedding ring did not compliment the rest of the outfit but as it was a gift from her beloved she was forced to wear it.
Bridesmaids Lanolin and Ruby also rulers of their own countries were busily calming down Empress Jennymaesia who at this stage was having panic attacks. Empress Lanolin suggested she blow into a paper bag, Empress Ruby suggested she drink a little wine. The Empress decided to do both, she needed to calm quickly.
Too late!Whoops I think I read it wrongly. 000007 is marrying the wicked witch not the Empress.
Story straightened out, now carry on..................
Deep inside a bunker, underneath a basement, in the heartland of the great Chiefdom once known as Mosestaria, the great ex-ruler, Moses the Young (est), discusses strategy with the 70 wisest wise men in all of Mosestaria.
"What news back from our agent in Rubyland, Mordecai?" asked the Chieftain.
"Oh, may your iron fist never rust and the velvet glove that softens its firm strike never chafe", replied the wise man with the longest beard.
"00007.1 has seduced the wicked witch of Jennymaesia, and a celebrity wedding is upcoming. The crone (and not to mention the majority in Jennymaesia) are quite taken with the man. Some reports have his popularity already rivaling that of the Empress herself. Famous producers are already requesting him sign contracts for them to develop films about his life's adventures. The Empress, clearly jealous of his burgeoning popularity, has already demanded of him a token of his loyalty, for which he gifted her a used tyre..."
"A tyre?" exclaimed the Chieftain surprisedly. "And a used one at that?"
"Yes..." answered Mordecai.
"Will that be sufficient to pacify the Empress? I would be insulted by such a gift," continued the Chieftain.
"Well, the Empress of Jennymaesia - may her lipstick be banana-flavoured and an ugly, recalcitrant verruca named Ursula form atop her stubborn nose - is not the wise, beloved Chieftain of Mosestaria - may his lips be moist and furtive, and his beak-shaped nose ever pointier."
"The used tyre..." continued the wise man "will serve to pacify the Empress of Jennymaesia long enough for her army to be crippled..."
The Chieftain nodded. "What usury are we extracting?"
"15% per day," answered Mordecai. "The joint occupying armies of Jennymaesia, Rubyland and Shittimistan (if Shittimistan even counts as a country) are costing a king's ransom to sponsor. Little did they know, when they borrowed from our innocuous-sounding financial institutions to fund their war, they set up their own countries as surety. Within a matter of days, if not a week, we will be able to purchase outright the Empire of Jennymaesia, with the badlands known as Rubyland an added bonus, like the attached snout-ring one receives when one purchases a hog."
"And Shittimistan?" enquired one of the other, not-so-wise wise men.
"Pah! Hardly worth mentioning," responded Mordecai disparagingly. "Shittimistan is like the curly tail that travels with the hog. Something one may even pay to be rid of."
Mordercai continued "With all enemy coffers diverted to funding the invasion of Mosestaria, there has been little spare to fund the enemy's propaganda efforts. Jennymaesia is running a story that the recent Mosestarian election was tainted by mosquito votes, whilst Rubyland is attempting to distract it's citizens by announcing a method of converting Mosestarian car-tyres into mascara."
The Chieftain laughed aloud as he rubbed the tips of his fingers together menacingly.
"Excellent... Excellent! My plans are finally coming to fruition..."
"Wait, what? The Empress is getting married too?" the great Chieftain of Mosestaria (may his heart remain unbroken and his mind unfettered by emotion) - deep inside a bunker, underneath a basement, in the heartland of the great Chiefdom once known as Mosestaria - spat out his celebratory champagne in surprise.
The wisest of the 70 assembled Mosestarian wise men, Mordecai the Wise(r), started to repeat "Empress Jennymaesia is currently having panic attacks as it is the day of her wedding, so she is blowing into a paper bag *and* drinking a little wine..."
"I explicitly instructed Jomés Band he was supposed to seduce the crone! The wicked witch of Jennymaesia... You know - the ugly one!!!" the Chieftain exploded. "Not the red-lipsticked Empress of Jennymaesia!"
"Ahhhhh, well, sire... You do know that beauty, much like ugliness, can often be in the eye of the beholder?", Mordecai attempted to excuse the obvious failure of Mosestaria's number one spy.
"She is covered in warts! How could he be so mistaken?" the Chieftain fumed.
"Which one sire?" asked Mordecai helpfully.
The Chieftain of Mosestaria shook his head, speechless with dismay. This wedding will be disastrous for Mosestaria!" he lamented. "All of our secrets - our schemes - our plots... potentially exposed to our greatest enemy... Not to mention the birthright of any royal children."
"Will they even be Mosestarian children...", he continued, "or Jennymaesian?" he spat the word. There was an awkward silence, as most everyone of the wise men knew that Jennymaesian women, especially Jennymaesian Empresses, almost always gave birth to Jennymaesian children.
"Does it matter so much if the children are Jennymaesian?" asked one of the not-so-wise wise men. "I mean, the father will still be Mosestarian..."
"Our scheme is to end the Jennymaesian dynasty, and put one of our own in the Empress' chair!" asserted the Chieftain. "Not to help continue their dynasty for them!"
"Well, is there some way we could arrange for Jomés Band to give birth? I know it's never been tried, but it's gaining popularity in Europe, and there is a chance that a Mosestarian man..."
Before the not-so-wise man had completed his suggestion, the Chieftain had waved his hand, and Mosestarian guards had escorted the hapless man to the surface.
"Perhaps the Empress and Jomés Band won't want children?" another wise-man suggested hopefully. "Difficult, scheming, messy creatures they can be, children... And expensive! Perhaps if we provided a free, informative course on the financial cost of child-rearing in the 21st century..."
"There is still the matter of risk to Mosestaria's state secrets!" stated the Chieftain coldly. "No, there is only one way for Mosestaria to escape this potential tragedy. The wedding must be cancelled!"