It's On!
The King of France was in his office one day, when he got a phone call.
"Kingey, this is Willie MacDugal. We just wanted to let you know that we're declaring war on you!"
"What's that?" The King asked. "Who is this? I don't know any King MacDugals"
"I'm no king. I'm just the leader of my group, and we're declaring war on you froggies. We've all got really good hunting rifles. We mean business."
"Is that so? My soldiers carry fully automatic machine guns with armor piercing bullets."
"Hold on. What's that, O'Brannon? Oh, right. We have some super fast speed boats, we're going to lay waste to your harbors."
"Oh? I have a fleet of over two hundred ships," the king declared with pride.
"Just a second." The king could hear a little arguing in the background. "Well, that doesn't change anything. We can get some crop-dusters and fly past your ships. It's still on!"
"I have an air force with over a thousand planes." The french king answered. "By the way, how many fighters do you have? You don't sound like a very large group."
"Well, there's me, and O'Brannon, and Patrick. Everyone else is too drunk to come fight you, but we'll do just fine on our own. You'd better get ready, we're coming."
"I have an army of seven hundred thousand troops." the king replied, laughing at Willie.
"Really? Hold on another sec, we need to discuss this." Some more arguing, and Willie came back to the phone. "Er, we decided to call off the invasion for now."
"Good for you."
"Yeah, we decided we can't feed that many prisoners."
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