The Great Oracle, Bosporus...
"Il nombre di padre, il hijo, e il spiruto sancto. Amen..." said Klamens Metternich as he rose and cocked his rifle, the small resistance force collected of the dispersed Adriatic Soldiers sat around the old Temple aimlessly. Most of them talking or staring blankly at the gold encrusted marble walls of the Oracle.
"What are we going to do Klamens? The Jews have this place on lock down?" asked Piero Pepperoni, he received the nick name 'pepper' due to his comical last name "I mean Christ, I don't even know how all of this bullsh*t came to pass!"
"Pepper, relax. I'm sure things will pan out, do you actually think we're going to lose to a bunch of Jews? They caught us off guard, heh, we should dump a pile of pennies out there, and when the greedy f*ckers rush to grab them we mow em down!" said Klamens with a laugh. The whole troop chuckled heartily, Klamens then looked up towards one of the many windows. The former stained glass was blown out allowing the sunlight to break through turning the floating dust into a golden ray of cloud.
"I say we rush them, just run out and shoot wildly, the Jews'll die like the pigs they are." said Minolo Rodriguez "I know you wops are weak fighters, but we Spaniards can take it."
Apparenlty jokes, and lame ones at that, were all these men had left.
Just then the door burst open, as Israeli troops poured in yelling "PEACE! PEACE! HOLD YOUR FIRE!"
The Adriatic troops put their guns up, readying to attack "Stand firm, stand firm!" yelled Klamens.
"NO NO NO!" yelled one Israeli soldier "We have made peace!"
"Are you certain, is there peace?" asked Klamens as he slowly lowered his weapon.
"Yes, the President has agreed to terms, I don't know them personally but terms have been reached." said the Israeli.
"President Idoni, I knew he'd come to his senses-"
"Mussolini." said the Israeli.
"Benito Mussolini?" asked Metternich.
"Yes, Benito Mussolini, il Duce, the Lion of Venice, whatever you want to call him. He's the President now." said the soldier.
"Benito Mussolini......"
"Il nombre di padre, il hijo, e il spiruto sancto. Amen..." said Klamens Metternich as he rose and cocked his rifle, the small resistance force collected of the dispersed Adriatic Soldiers sat around the old Temple aimlessly. Most of them talking or staring blankly at the gold encrusted marble walls of the Oracle.
"What are we going to do Klamens? The Jews have this place on lock down?" asked Piero Pepperoni, he received the nick name 'pepper' due to his comical last name "I mean Christ, I don't even know how all of this bullsh*t came to pass!"
"Pepper, relax. I'm sure things will pan out, do you actually think we're going to lose to a bunch of Jews? They caught us off guard, heh, we should dump a pile of pennies out there, and when the greedy f*ckers rush to grab them we mow em down!" said Klamens with a laugh. The whole troop chuckled heartily, Klamens then looked up towards one of the many windows. The former stained glass was blown out allowing the sunlight to break through turning the floating dust into a golden ray of cloud.
"I say we rush them, just run out and shoot wildly, the Jews'll die like the pigs they are." said Minolo Rodriguez "I know you wops are weak fighters, but we Spaniards can take it."
Apparenlty jokes, and lame ones at that, were all these men had left.
Just then the door burst open, as Israeli troops poured in yelling "PEACE! PEACE! HOLD YOUR FIRE!"
The Adriatic troops put their guns up, readying to attack "Stand firm, stand firm!" yelled Klamens.
"NO NO NO!" yelled one Israeli soldier "We have made peace!"
"Are you certain, is there peace?" asked Klamens as he slowly lowered his weapon.
"Yes, the President has agreed to terms, I don't know them personally but terms have been reached." said the Israeli.
"President Idoni, I knew he'd come to his senses-"
"Mussolini." said the Israeli.
"Benito Mussolini?" asked Metternich.
"Yes, Benito Mussolini, il Duce, the Lion of Venice, whatever you want to call him. He's the President now." said the soldier.
"Benito Mussolini......"
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