Later that day, Cárdenas was in his office with the French and British ambassadors.
“El Presidente, we wish to ask you to stop your aggression against the American people,” Lord Astwipe, the British ambassador asked.
“Speak for zee self Astwipe. We in Zee France wish to welcome the great people of México to the stage as a possible world power,” Pierre Overdare interrupted.
Cárdenas leaned back in his chair, has a sip of whiskey before replying, “As you well are aware Mr. Ast….I’m sorry you name is what?”
“Astwipe,” The Brit said.
“I’m sorry A….huh?” Cárdenas asked again.
“ASTWIPE,” The Brit yelled.
Cárdenas looked confused, “Did you say ::Edited but you know the word::?”
“asTTTTTTTTTTTwipe!!!!!!” The Brit roared before walking out the door and slamming it.
Cárdenas looked at Pierre and shrugged.
Pierre grinned. “Brits are touchy don’t worry about zit,” He said.
Cárdenas thought for sure he’d had too much to drink. Now he had to worry about zits???
Why can’t everybody just speak Ingles? He thought.
“So what exactly did you want,” He asked Pierre.
“El Presidente, while I know you have been busy taking out those annoying pesky American tourists and troops that claim they rescued us during the Great War, I’m sure you have noticed that certain people who like sauerkraut are trying to build up their military,” Pierre started.
“The Germans,” Cárdenas asked.
“I can neither confirm nor deny that at this time,” Pierre replied.
“But I can tell you some rumors I’ve heard somebody is doing to people” Pierre said before leaning forward and whispering things into Cárdenas’s ear.
Cárdenas’s eyes went wide and he shrieked, “Oh my dear Jesús, that’s just inhumane. I thought that Mr. Rooosevelt was one loco blanco diablo but Killing people just to get trains to run on time is defiantly bad.”
Pierre looked confused, “Sorry that’s the wrong info forgot which evil guy I was talking about.”
Cárdenas really looked disturbed as Pierre whispered more unhappy rumors in his ear.
“I see, Your right, that is horrible. Making young children slave in factories to make shoes to import into France cheaply in an effort to ruin the economy is just inhumane.”
Pierre looked again at his Franco-Espanola dictionary and at his secret little black book.
He whispered at third time.
Cárdenas slapped him. “You watch what you call my mother” He yelled.
“Guards,” He Bellowed.
Am I correct in guessing I can't puppet because the U.S. has puppets? You can't master a puppet master? And yes I spelled FDR's name wrong on purpose. The 1st time I tried apparenty spelled it right.
