Hitler (Germany): Roosevelt, CUT THAT OUT!
George V (England): Cut what out?
Hitler (Germany): He knows what I’m talking about.
Roosevelt (USA): Lol.
Hitler (Germany): Jeez... where are all these friggin’ spies coming from? BANG! Yer dead. And so’s your friend, there.
Mussolini (Italy): The foul Ethiopians will soon be dead as well! Despite all my efforts at peaceful resolution, they are STILL surrounding my Fort!
Selassie (Ethiopia): You built it in the middle of my country! Of course I’m surrounding it. That’s called Geography, you bone-head...
Mussolini (Italy): You insult me! ME!!!
Il Duce of Italy! Now I must wipe this stain from my honor, by wiping your pathetic nation of goat-herders off the map.
George V (England): Come on, old man... let’s not get carried away. I’m sure it was just an unfortunate choice of words. Ethiopia is hardly worth the trouble of fighting over anyway... if you just want a few more acres of worthless sand, I can give you some of mine.
Mussolini (Italy): No!
Mussolini (Italy): It is my reputation that is at stake, now! If I allow this fool to mock me, who will take me seriously?
Selassie (Ethiopia): Does anyone take you seriously now?
Mussolini (Italy): Enough!!! I will accept no more of your sly taunts! I am ordering my Armies forward, into glorious battle!
Avenol (League of Nations): ... errr... errr... please wait... the Ethiopian problem is already on the agenda for our next General Meeting. I’m sure we can work something out...
Hitler (Germany): So when do you guys meet, anyway?
Avenol (League of Nations): General Meetings are held once a year... every September.
Mussolini (Italy): September... that’s... err... one, two, three... ten months from now. Excellent!
Avenol (League of Nations): Well, I’m so glad we were able to...
Avenol (League of Nations): But... errr... but, you said you’d wait until September!
Mussolini (Italy): No... YOU said that I’ve GOT until September to conquer these fools.
Selassie (Ethiopia): Bring it on,
Douche!
Mussolini (Italy): That’s
Duce!... do not mock me again!
George V (England): Poor show, old boy... for once, Avenol has a point: this could have been settled peacefully, you know.
Hitler (Germany): Speaking of settling things peacefully, George...
George V (England): Hmmm?
Hitler (Germany): I’d like you to take a quick look at this:
George V (England): ... errr... what is it supposed to be?
Hitler (Germany): Good question. Good question... it’s SUPPOSED to be my Navy.
George V (England): Ha-ha...
Hitler (Germany): Exactly. Now... you’ve got nearly two hundred fleet units, George. Would there be any harm in lifting some of those stupid restrictions, and letting me build a few more ships... just enough to defend my coasts?
George V (England): Well... I suppose...
Lebrun (France): Are you mental? Tell him no! He’s a madman! He wants to build a huge fleet of U-Boats and massacre all our convoys! You must have read that thread...
Hitler (Germany): You see what I’m up against, George... Lebrun hates me. He HATES me. Now consider this: What if he attacks me? I’ll need to defend my coast... but with what? Are YOU going to come and help me? Do you really want to end up fighting the French? They’re your allies, George...
George V (England): ... errr...
Leopold III (Belgium): Lebrun is right... you can’t let this lunatic re-arm!
Hitler (Germany): “Lunatic” is an unkind term, Leopold...
Leopold III (Belgium): Well, it says “Power-Hungry Demagogue” right on your picture... check it out.
Hitler (Germany): Paradox hates me too. They’re Swedish.
Lebrun (France): Tell him no!!!
Hitler (Germany): Come on, George... you’ve got hundreds of ships, so does Roosevelt, Lebrun has dozens... even Benito has lots. What possible harm could it do to let me build a few? Just enough to protect myself...
George V (England): I suppose it couldn’t really hurt...
Hitler (Germany): I knew we could work this out, George. I’m glad we had this little talk.
George V (England): Well... you’re not REALLY planning to build a huge fleet of U-Boats, are you?
Hitler (Germany): Of course not. Don’t be silly.
Lebrun (France): I don’t BELIEVE this... George, you’re as crazy as HE is!
Leopold III (Belgium): ... and this idiot is the head of our alliance? Well, that’s it for me... I’m outta here!
Hitler (Germany): Aren’t you guys over-reacting a little?
Lebrun (France): Over-reacting??? We’ve just lost the war... and it hasn’t even started yet!
Hitler (Germany): Lebrun, I think you’re acting a bit paranoid. Just a bit. No offense meant.
Hitler (Germany): George is the Naval expert, after all... if he isn’t worried, why should you be?
Lebrun (France): Because he’s senile, and I’m not!
Hitler (Germany): I wish you would stop blowing this all out of proportion, Lebrun... you’re going to scare people with this alarmist talk. I just need a few more ships, to protect my coast.
Hitler (Germany): Sheesh... relax, you guys.
Avenol (League of Nations): I... errr... I think it’s wonderful that you two were able to settle that difficult situation just by talking it over peacefully.
Hitler (Germany): So do I, Avenol... for once, I agree with you completely.