Chapter XXI
Advisor: Well at least the war is over. And our military is recovering. The SoD at El Ferrol is almost recovered.
King: Good. I hoped the British learned their lesson.
Advisor: Erm...
King: NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, A THOUSAND TIMES NO!!!
Advisor: Yeah, we've already got enough fish. In fact, we've gained some more coast. Ivory Coast, that is. We've colonized some place known as Ivory Coast because of the trillions of elephants swimming in it's luscious shores.
King: Cool! And that place has gold! In case you don't know, we kings love gold!
Advisor: Oh, and, sire, we've also set up a colony in the FAAARRRRRRR east.
King: Why are those people wearing so much make-up? And aren't they Eastern so their skin shouldn't be white? And it looks like they're beating someone to death out of the picture.
Advisor: Sire, I...how dare you! China is place rich with culture and populace! 200 years from now, China will be admired by all!
King: Gah..urp...oh, oh okay then. Well, back to our military. We've finished our research on "line infantry". Hey, those soldiers aren't line shaped, they're people shaped!
Advisor: No, your wiseness, you don't understand. They march in lines. While one line reloads, the other line shoots.
King: Like trombone suicide?
Advisor: Yup...
King: Too bad we can't use it in a war, that would-
King: No. My opponent has to be a WORTHY adversary not Ismail ibnbn Sahargashgbzvalghkasnia or whatever his name is.
Advisor: Moving on then...we've colonized yet another region in the world. This time near some body of water called the Hudson Bay.
King: What's with the British people...?
Advisor: Anyone who acts British is deported there.
King: Yes. I will continue my anti-British hatred until Georgey apologizes...
Pope: Please donate to the church, no one shows up, not even you!
King: Wow...I actually fell guilty. Sure, take it.
Advisor: Some Moaroccan troop has crossed the border.
King: Screw this, let's just invade Moarocco. Kill the enemy troops.
King:...And wow, we're still at war with Russia...
Advisor: We may be able to spy on them, sire.
King: Spy? On Russia? Who would even spy on Russia? Bah, Russia and spies do not go together, not now or ever...Oh well, I'll agree to it.
King: Send him to...the city that used to be Konigsberg. I doubt Russia will ever take that land...
Advisor:...and a merchant has been born in Oporto.
King: Join the city, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Advisor: Moarocco is willing to sign a treaty.
King: Go away, no one loves you.
Advisor: We've colonized yet another place, this one is called Kwabeck. It's really cold and only beavers and mooses inhabit it.
King: You mean moosen.
Advisor:
King: The plural of moose is moosen.
Advisor: I'm pretty sure it's mooses.
King: Moosen.
Advisor: Mooses.
King: Moosen.
Advisor: Maybe it's meese...
King: Moosen.
Advisor: I know it's not that...
King: I AM YOUR KING, YOU WILL OBEY!!! IT IS MOOSEN!!!! THE MOOOOOSE!!!!! THE MOOOOOSSSSSE!
Advisor: Anyway...our troops are nearing the city of Fas. I think we should rename it Pez, after the candy.
King: I like Fez better, it's a cool hat.
Advisor: Pez.
King: Fez.
Advisor: Pez.
King: Fez!!
Advisor: All right, all right, Fez it is.
Advisor: That went well, though one pike man named Pikey lives.
King:
King: Now we can make peace.
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PEZZZ!!!!
We all know the world is flat!!!
