slobberinbear
Ursine Skald
Round 7: to 1812 A.D.
"They'll never understand," Dubya said, shaking his head as the incensed Spanish emissary left the 14th tee box at the Burning J Ranch.
"They can't understand," Big Dick harrumphed, hefting his 3-wood. "Their land is ours, even if they were there first. It's our Manifest Destiny,"
"Yep. And I'm Manifest Destiny's Child. Fore!"
"Message from the Turks, Mr. President."
"Is it from the Otto-Man?" Dubya asked in hushed, reverent tones.
"Gimme that," Big Dick interjected. "Damn! He's declaring war. That Spanish temptress got to him!"
"Her chalupas are something else, I'll give her that."
"I won't sign it!" Dubya yelled, arms crossed.
"Mr. President ..."
"NO! I'm a conservative! We need to be learning CONSERVATISM!!" he screamed as they forced his pen to the bill.
"Barcelona is under American control," Big Dick said, rubbing his hands together.
"Next stop, Mexico City!"
"Madrid, Mr. President."
"Whatever."
"What the heck is that thing?" Dubya asked, peering over the north shore.
"One of the Dutch warships, sir."
"That looks awfully heavy to be floating in the water," he said skeptically.
"The ship displaces water, allowing it to float."
"That thing wouldn't stand a chance against one of our good fashioned American galleys. Solid wood. That's what floats, boy. Yep -- our navy and what goes in the ol' crapper, that's what floats!"
"General Petraeus reports that the siege of Madrid is about to begin!"
"Tell Dave I expect a full report and a case of Coronas on my desk tomorrow."
"Message from the Netherlands, sir," the aide said, handing him the official-looking envelope.
"Heck, last time I heard anything from my nether regions, I had to get a shot of penicillin ... lemme see here ... happy to inform you ... war over ... damn."
"What?" Big Dick asked.
"Izzy went and got herself a new man."
"They'll never understand," Dubya said, shaking his head as the incensed Spanish emissary left the 14th tee box at the Burning J Ranch.
"They can't understand," Big Dick harrumphed, hefting his 3-wood. "Their land is ours, even if they were there first. It's our Manifest Destiny,"
"Yep. And I'm Manifest Destiny's Child. Fore!"


"Message from the Turks, Mr. President."
"Is it from the Otto-Man?" Dubya asked in hushed, reverent tones.
"Gimme that," Big Dick interjected. "Damn! He's declaring war. That Spanish temptress got to him!"
"Her chalupas are something else, I'll give her that."

Spoiler :
Here's an extra bonus bit of fun. This is what happens in the late game when you are hopelessly outclassed in tech ...
and then Willem came along with the biggest gift I'd ever received ...

and then Willem came along with the biggest gift I'd ever received ...

"I won't sign it!" Dubya yelled, arms crossed.
"Mr. President ..."
"NO! I'm a conservative! We need to be learning CONSERVATISM!!" he screamed as they forced his pen to the bill.

"Barcelona is under American control," Big Dick said, rubbing his hands together.
"Next stop, Mexico City!"
"Madrid, Mr. President."
"Whatever."

"What the heck is that thing?" Dubya asked, peering over the north shore.
"One of the Dutch warships, sir."
"That looks awfully heavy to be floating in the water," he said skeptically.
"The ship displaces water, allowing it to float."
"That thing wouldn't stand a chance against one of our good fashioned American galleys. Solid wood. That's what floats, boy. Yep -- our navy and what goes in the ol' crapper, that's what floats!"
Spoiler :
Willem declared war on Isabella in mid-round, seemingly out of nowhere ...

"General Petraeus reports that the siege of Madrid is about to begin!"
"Tell Dave I expect a full report and a case of Coronas on my desk tomorrow."
"Message from the Netherlands, sir," the aide said, handing him the official-looking envelope.
"Heck, last time I heard anything from my nether regions, I had to get a shot of penicillin ... lemme see here ... happy to inform you ... war over ... damn."
"What?" Big Dick asked.
"Izzy went and got herself a new man."

