In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine, beneath the secret underground fortress on Petermann Island in the Mosestarian sector of Antarctica, the somewhat infamous but dashingly handsome-in-a-nefarious-supervillain-type-of-way Great Chieftain of Mosestaria, Moses the Young(er), rested satisfactorily upon his pick-axe. Mordecai, his faithful but not-so-sharp-witted cousin and second-in-charge was with him, resting on a spade.
The Great Chieftain had endured many months of fake news gushing and gurgling steadily forth from Lanolinland, and on more than one occasion, had needed to employ the services of a particularly skillful plumber to ensure the fake-news and propaganda could continue to flow steadily to its final resting place. Tzipporah Iona Causing Trouble After Consideration (TICTAC for short), the full name of the Great Chieftain's most faithful, loyal and beautiful female companion (at least according to her birth certificate), had been quite busy converting Great Barry Island bogans into functional minions of the Mosestarian mining brigade. Although she would have liked to report a 100% success rate, with bogans, such a rate would be nearly impossible.
In realitiy, the first few failed attempts could have been more the cause of the secret base's sewerage issues than the fake news from Lanolinland, but no one wanted to blame the bogans when the President of Lanolinland was a far more convenient scapegoat. General practice now was to send them to the Ruby triangle, where Mrs Ruby and Morty had their own effective means of treating bogans.
Although the Great Chieftain had been somewhat jubilant in recent times that the Great Tyrant of the Western side of the Great Barry R Island, a marxist known as Marxist McGown - whose main claim to fame was being as repugnant and useless as the tip leftover from a Jewish naming ceremony, but who had sadly stuck around for 10 years longer than the eight days usually permitted by tradition - had been eaten by a crocodile, the Great Chieftain was preparing for the next phase of the conflict.
Captain Biden had all but been outed as some sort of demented child abuser, and Captain Trump had been taken under arrest. Everyone knew about the financial crash that was coming - or as the WEF members would jokingly refer to it amongst themselves - The Great Schwabbery Robbery - but the Great Chieftain suspected that there would be more to it than that.
Great Barry R Islander sponsored Russian-hacks would likely be employed to feign the greatest heist in recorded history, who in turn would blame it on Mosestaria and her Great Chieftain and his loyal minions. Also, there would likely be some sort of faked alien invasion, and the Great Chieftain couldn't stand all the hysteria over the "covid" cold-and-flu saga, so he knew he probably wouldn't be able to stand the paranoia and fear amidst the general populace when government employees dressed in fake alien drag and piloting man-made saucers started conducting acts of war on their own populations.
"And that is why we dig!" the Great Chieftain thought to himself grandiosly, as his not-so-sharp-witted cousin and converted bogan mining minions dug deep under the caverns of Antarctica.
The Great Chieftain had endured many months of fake news gushing and gurgling steadily forth from Lanolinland, and on more than one occasion, had needed to employ the services of a particularly skillful plumber to ensure the fake-news and propaganda could continue to flow steadily to its final resting place. Tzipporah Iona Causing Trouble After Consideration (TICTAC for short), the full name of the Great Chieftain's most faithful, loyal and beautiful female companion (at least according to her birth certificate), had been quite busy converting Great Barry Island bogans into functional minions of the Mosestarian mining brigade. Although she would have liked to report a 100% success rate, with bogans, such a rate would be nearly impossible.
In realitiy, the first few failed attempts could have been more the cause of the secret base's sewerage issues than the fake news from Lanolinland, but no one wanted to blame the bogans when the President of Lanolinland was a far more convenient scapegoat. General practice now was to send them to the Ruby triangle, where Mrs Ruby and Morty had their own effective means of treating bogans.
Although the Great Chieftain had been somewhat jubilant in recent times that the Great Tyrant of the Western side of the Great Barry R Island, a marxist known as Marxist McGown - whose main claim to fame was being as repugnant and useless as the tip leftover from a Jewish naming ceremony, but who had sadly stuck around for 10 years longer than the eight days usually permitted by tradition - had been eaten by a crocodile, the Great Chieftain was preparing for the next phase of the conflict.
Captain Biden had all but been outed as some sort of demented child abuser, and Captain Trump had been taken under arrest. Everyone knew about the financial crash that was coming - or as the WEF members would jokingly refer to it amongst themselves - The Great Schwabbery Robbery - but the Great Chieftain suspected that there would be more to it than that.
Great Barry R Islander sponsored Russian-hacks would likely be employed to feign the greatest heist in recorded history, who in turn would blame it on Mosestaria and her Great Chieftain and his loyal minions. Also, there would likely be some sort of faked alien invasion, and the Great Chieftain couldn't stand all the hysteria over the "covid" cold-and-flu saga, so he knew he probably wouldn't be able to stand the paranoia and fear amidst the general populace when government employees dressed in fake alien drag and piloting man-made saucers started conducting acts of war on their own populations.
"And that is why we dig!" the Great Chieftain thought to himself grandiosly, as his not-so-sharp-witted cousin and converted bogan mining minions dug deep under the caverns of Antarctica.
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