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The Flouridator looks at the console again. Little orange blips crowd his border again. Again the mold like growth of orange gunk spreads along his border. Some of the orange moves past the line. The Fluoridator’s eyes will the blip to move back, to get out of his country. It stays still.
“Get me Queen Elizabeth,” he screams at his aide. The aide winces and runs over to the comm. Panel and punches a code. The Flouridator’s cheek starts twitching he’s clenching his jaws so tight.
An image of the stately Queen Elizabeth shows up on his screen.
“Yes, what is it this time?”
“Same thing it is every time you stupid *****! Get your ****ing units out of my territory and get them the **** away the border so I don’t have to watch them!” he snarled.
“What I do in my territory is my business.” She says haughtily.
“I would make it my territory but that would shift the borders a bit and I’d still have to watch you morons. Besides that doesn’t answer why you were in my ****ing territory.” He brought up an image of the English units near the city of Strasburg.
“We we’re just testing your border security and I must say it’s not very good. “ Elizabeth allowed herself a little smile.
“**** you Elizabeth. Get those ****ing units out of there. No more warnings you arrogant *****. The next unit that comes over my border dies, then I come for you.”
“You may have a large country carved out of the hides of the Americans and Russians but it is nothing compared to England. We control more land and resources than you. You may have more cities but they are a hodgepodge of different ethnic groups and unintelligently laid out so that different cities compete for resources. I know you can’t handle more cities. Your mayors are horribly corrupt. It isn’t your wonders that attracted our cities to join up with you. It’s the amount of money the mayors knew they could steal from your coffers.” Her smile slipped and now she sat there sneering at him.
“Don’t test the might of Germany, Elizabeth, we have technology you cannot hope to overcome.” Said The Flouridator coolly.
“You mean your Cavalry? Don’t make me laugh. We now have cavalry and infantry that can easily match yours. I am done with this conversation. Germany had better get herself a new leader. With you as her king I doubt there is a place in the future for her people except as slaves.” Always needing the final word, she closed the connection.
Turning away from the console, The Flouridator eyed his map again. The railroads connecting all his cities and his frontiers were complete. It would be nothing to move all his bright shiny new panzer units over to the long English border.
“Get me Barbarosa,” he said to his aide, “it’s time we show the world that we aren’t to be ****ed with.” He looked at the map again only to see green units moving around his southern cities.
"And once you get him on his way, get me the Aztecs. They also think they can trifle with me."
It was getting time to think about what the solution was to these idiots driving him mad. Conquest wasn't a solution, he already had too many cities. Negotiations fell under the weight of the mighty egos of the world. What did that leave?
“Get me Queen Elizabeth,” he screams at his aide. The aide winces and runs over to the comm. Panel and punches a code. The Flouridator’s cheek starts twitching he’s clenching his jaws so tight.
An image of the stately Queen Elizabeth shows up on his screen.
“Yes, what is it this time?”
“Same thing it is every time you stupid *****! Get your ****ing units out of my territory and get them the **** away the border so I don’t have to watch them!” he snarled.
“What I do in my territory is my business.” She says haughtily.
“I would make it my territory but that would shift the borders a bit and I’d still have to watch you morons. Besides that doesn’t answer why you were in my ****ing territory.” He brought up an image of the English units near the city of Strasburg.
“We we’re just testing your border security and I must say it’s not very good. “ Elizabeth allowed herself a little smile.
“**** you Elizabeth. Get those ****ing units out of there. No more warnings you arrogant *****. The next unit that comes over my border dies, then I come for you.”
“You may have a large country carved out of the hides of the Americans and Russians but it is nothing compared to England. We control more land and resources than you. You may have more cities but they are a hodgepodge of different ethnic groups and unintelligently laid out so that different cities compete for resources. I know you can’t handle more cities. Your mayors are horribly corrupt. It isn’t your wonders that attracted our cities to join up with you. It’s the amount of money the mayors knew they could steal from your coffers.” Her smile slipped and now she sat there sneering at him.
“Don’t test the might of Germany, Elizabeth, we have technology you cannot hope to overcome.” Said The Flouridator coolly.
“You mean your Cavalry? Don’t make me laugh. We now have cavalry and infantry that can easily match yours. I am done with this conversation. Germany had better get herself a new leader. With you as her king I doubt there is a place in the future for her people except as slaves.” Always needing the final word, she closed the connection.
Turning away from the console, The Flouridator eyed his map again. The railroads connecting all his cities and his frontiers were complete. It would be nothing to move all his bright shiny new panzer units over to the long English border.
“Get me Barbarosa,” he said to his aide, “it’s time we show the world that we aren’t to be ****ed with.” He looked at the map again only to see green units moving around his southern cities.
"And once you get him on his way, get me the Aztecs. They also think they can trifle with me."
It was getting time to think about what the solution was to these idiots driving him mad. Conquest wasn't a solution, he already had too many cities. Negotiations fell under the weight of the mighty egos of the world. What did that leave?
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