Joke Issue:
Our blessed motherland hath of late emerged from a most barbarous quarrel with the diabolical tyrants across the great sea. Lamentably, history is filled with these incorrigible monsters. By George, the only relatable quality still resounding within these fascists can be found in their penchant for an evening repose with a most unsavory sort of snack! These naughty junk food proclivities will now be revealed upon you!
Why so glum, dear emperor? Even if those jolly Brit boys beat you back in gay Belgium, you needn’t look so sullen. We hear Waterloo has one hell of a general store with lollies fit for a recently–deposed king! Gobble up, Little Corporal, before those Redcoats chop off your pecker!
