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Zeta (Kebir Blue)
12 Sep 2008 19:49
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Time for a little light humour, and a few unique takes on history. Yes, this is a joke thread. No serious business allowed!
What if...?
What if world war two had been a playground fight?(Part 1)
Britain: Hey France, s'up?
France: Oh, you know... Just hangin' around. Say, did you hear about that fight between Germany and Czech?
Britain: Yeah. I got Czech to give up half her marbles to Germany.
France: What?! Are you crazy! You know Germany can't have any marbles! Teacher said so at Versailles!
Britain: Well it worked, didn't it? You don't see them fighting.
France: Dude, totally not the point. Remember what happened last time Germany wanted all the marbles?
Britain: Oh, yeah. Like I'd forget that. Look, it's just the easy way, OK? I don't want another fight.
France: If you say so. But I don't trust Germany.
Britain: It'll be fine. Germany and Austria are playing nicely together, and we can always get Czech some more marlbes.
France: Sure...
*Russia runs over*
Russia: Guys! Guys! Germany just beat up Czech!
Britain: What?! You're kidding me!
France: Told you so...
Britain: *sigh* Is Czech OK?
Russia: I dunno. Teacher sent her home with a bloody nose.
Britain: I need to talk to Germany. You just don't hit a lady. Where is he now?
France: Last I heard, he was talking to Italy.
Britain: Urgh. Bloody Italians.
France: It's OK for you. I have to live next door to them.
Russia: ...Anyway, I gotta go. Couple of things to sort out...
*Russia skips away*
France: Bet I know where he's going.
Britain: Whatchya mean?
France: You know what Russia's like. He'll go talk to Germany to make sure he doesn't steal his lunch money again.
Britain: *scoffs* Yeah.
*Poland wanders over, looking a little subdued*
France: Dude, what's wrong with you?
Britain: Yeah. You look like somebody stole your gameboy.
*Britain and France laugh*
Poland: Yeah, it's alright for you two. I just saw Germany and Russia talking.
France: I knew it.
Britain: Hey, no sweat dude. It's cool.
Poland: No it's not! Whenever those two get together, they always beat me up!
*France scoffs*
*Britain punches France in the arm*
Britain: Look, don't worry. They try anything, France and me'll come help, right France?
France: Oh, sure... Yeah. Right. Not a problem.
*Poland looks a little happier*
Poland: Thanks guys, you're the greatest!
*Poland walks away smiling*
*Britain scowels at France*
Britain: What was all that about?
France: Pfft. Poland's so wimpy. He should stand up for himself.
Britain: *tut* Numbnuts
France: What was that?
Britain: Nothing, nothing. So, fancy a game of footy?
France: Nah, can't be bothered...
*Australia shouts from over the other side of the playground*
Australia: Hey, guys! C'mere!
*France looks at Britain*
France: Dude, is it me, or is Australia totally hot?
Britain: Ewww, dude... She's my cousin!
France: All the more for me, then.
*Britain rolls eyes*
Britain: Let's just go see what she wants...
*Britain and France walk over*
Australia: Guys, Canada and me were talking... We think Germany's going to beat up Poland.
Britain: Canada and you actually heard this?
Australia: Well, Canada did. He told me he heard Germany and Russia talking. I thought you'd like to know.
France: Well this is just great *folds arms* So what do we do now?
Britain: Nothing we can do. We just have to wait and see what happens.
Australia: You guys are going to defend Poland, right?
Britain: Yeah.
Australia: Cool, cool. If you guys are in, Me, NZ and Canada want in too. We're fed up of bullies.
France: What about America?
Britain: Pfft. You know what she's like. Always late to a fight. Doesn't share her marbles either, unless you pay for them.
France: Heh. You're just upset because she dumped you.
Britain: Am not!
France: Are too!
Britain: Am not!
Australia: GUYS! Calm down! We've got other things to worry about, remember? Stop living in the past.
*A cry of pain comes from the distance.*
Britain: What was that?
*France squints*
France: Looks like Germany's got Poland over in the corner.
Australia: Come on, let's go sort it out.
*They march on over, getting NZ and Canada along the way.*
Britain: Germany, dude! Totally not cool! Put Poland down!
*Germany has Poland by the scruff of the neck. Italy's stood to one side next to Russia.*
Germany: Back off, Britain. My fight's not with you.
Britain: Dude, if you're going to beat up my friends, you'll have to fight me!
*France steps up to Germany*
France: Let him go, Germany.
*Germany turns around and punches France in the face.*
France: Ow! My nose!
*Germany drops Poland, shaking his fist at Britain and his friends.*
Germany: You'll all get the same if you don't go away!
Italy: Yeah!
*Britain grumbles*
Britain: Come on guys, let's go. We'll be back, Germany! Don't you worry!
*Germany and Italy laugh. Britain and the others go back across the playground*
Britain: Dude, you alright?
France: Nah, man. I think my nose's broken. I better sit this one out.
Britain: Aww, man. You gotta be kidding me.
France: No way, dude. You guys are on your own this time.
*France heads back into school*
*Britain looks back over his shoulder at the mocking Germany and Italy.*
Australia: So what now?
Britain: We're so boned. You know what Germany's going to do now, don't you?
Australia: What?
Britain: Get Italy to come through the sand pit. Betchya. Come at us from both sides.
Australia: Not good.
Britain: No way. Listen, you better go talk to NZ and Canada. See what you guys can do.
Australia: What about you?
Britain: Guess I'll just have to rough it.
Australia: Alright. But we'll be back.
Britain: I hope so.
*Australia walks away*
Britain: Germany's been practicing... I'm so boned.
End of Part 1 (mid 1940)
What if...?
What if world war two had been a playground fight?(Part 1)
Britain: Hey France, s'up?
France: Oh, you know... Just hangin' around. Say, did you hear about that fight between Germany and Czech?
Britain: Yeah. I got Czech to give up half her marbles to Germany.
France: What?! Are you crazy! You know Germany can't have any marbles! Teacher said so at Versailles!
Britain: Well it worked, didn't it? You don't see them fighting.
France: Dude, totally not the point. Remember what happened last time Germany wanted all the marbles?
Britain: Oh, yeah. Like I'd forget that. Look, it's just the easy way, OK? I don't want another fight.
France: If you say so. But I don't trust Germany.
Britain: It'll be fine. Germany and Austria are playing nicely together, and we can always get Czech some more marlbes.
France: Sure...
*Russia runs over*
Russia: Guys! Guys! Germany just beat up Czech!
Britain: What?! You're kidding me!
France: Told you so...
Britain: *sigh* Is Czech OK?
Russia: I dunno. Teacher sent her home with a bloody nose.
Britain: I need to talk to Germany. You just don't hit a lady. Where is he now?
France: Last I heard, he was talking to Italy.
Britain: Urgh. Bloody Italians.
France: It's OK for you. I have to live next door to them.
Russia: ...Anyway, I gotta go. Couple of things to sort out...
*Russia skips away*
France: Bet I know where he's going.
Britain: Whatchya mean?
France: You know what Russia's like. He'll go talk to Germany to make sure he doesn't steal his lunch money again.
Britain: *scoffs* Yeah.
*Poland wanders over, looking a little subdued*
France: Dude, what's wrong with you?
Britain: Yeah. You look like somebody stole your gameboy.
*Britain and France laugh*
Poland: Yeah, it's alright for you two. I just saw Germany and Russia talking.
France: I knew it.
Britain: Hey, no sweat dude. It's cool.
Poland: No it's not! Whenever those two get together, they always beat me up!
*France scoffs*
*Britain punches France in the arm*
Britain: Look, don't worry. They try anything, France and me'll come help, right France?
France: Oh, sure... Yeah. Right. Not a problem.
*Poland looks a little happier*
Poland: Thanks guys, you're the greatest!
*Poland walks away smiling*
*Britain scowels at France*
Britain: What was all that about?
France: Pfft. Poland's so wimpy. He should stand up for himself.
Britain: *tut* Numbnuts
France: What was that?
Britain: Nothing, nothing. So, fancy a game of footy?
France: Nah, can't be bothered...
*Australia shouts from over the other side of the playground*
Australia: Hey, guys! C'mere!
*France looks at Britain*
France: Dude, is it me, or is Australia totally hot?
Britain: Ewww, dude... She's my cousin!
France: All the more for me, then.
*Britain rolls eyes*
Britain: Let's just go see what she wants...
*Britain and France walk over*
Australia: Guys, Canada and me were talking... We think Germany's going to beat up Poland.
Britain: Canada and you actually heard this?
Australia: Well, Canada did. He told me he heard Germany and Russia talking. I thought you'd like to know.
France: Well this is just great *folds arms* So what do we do now?
Britain: Nothing we can do. We just have to wait and see what happens.
Australia: You guys are going to defend Poland, right?
Britain: Yeah.
Australia: Cool, cool. If you guys are in, Me, NZ and Canada want in too. We're fed up of bullies.
France: What about America?
Britain: Pfft. You know what she's like. Always late to a fight. Doesn't share her marbles either, unless you pay for them.
France: Heh. You're just upset because she dumped you.
Britain: Am not!
France: Are too!
Britain: Am not!
Australia: GUYS! Calm down! We've got other things to worry about, remember? Stop living in the past.
*A cry of pain comes from the distance.*
Britain: What was that?
*France squints*
France: Looks like Germany's got Poland over in the corner.
Australia: Come on, let's go sort it out.
*They march on over, getting NZ and Canada along the way.*
Britain: Germany, dude! Totally not cool! Put Poland down!
*Germany has Poland by the scruff of the neck. Italy's stood to one side next to Russia.*
Germany: Back off, Britain. My fight's not with you.
Britain: Dude, if you're going to beat up my friends, you'll have to fight me!
*France steps up to Germany*
France: Let him go, Germany.
*Germany turns around and punches France in the face.*
France: Ow! My nose!
*Germany drops Poland, shaking his fist at Britain and his friends.*
Germany: You'll all get the same if you don't go away!
Italy: Yeah!
*Britain grumbles*
Britain: Come on guys, let's go. We'll be back, Germany! Don't you worry!
*Germany and Italy laugh. Britain and the others go back across the playground*
Britain: Dude, you alright?
France: Nah, man. I think my nose's broken. I better sit this one out.
Britain: Aww, man. You gotta be kidding me.
France: No way, dude. You guys are on your own this time.
*France heads back into school*
*Britain looks back over his shoulder at the mocking Germany and Italy.*
Australia: So what now?
Britain: We're so boned. You know what Germany's going to do now, don't you?
Australia: What?
Britain: Get Italy to come through the sand pit. Betchya. Come at us from both sides.
Australia: Not good.
Britain: No way. Listen, you better go talk to NZ and Canada. See what you guys can do.
Australia: What about you?
Britain: Guess I'll just have to rough it.
Australia: Alright. But we'll be back.
Britain: I hope so.
*Australia walks away*
Britain: Germany's been practicing... I'm so boned.
End of Part 1 (mid 1940)