the army men who come out to play after -N sleeps

"Is the baby of the site still sleeping?" asked General Hotfozio, otherwise known to higher echelons as 'Hoz'.

"Yes, Hoz."

"Roll out the fucking submarines, then! What the fuck are you waiting for?"

The men started to build nuclear stations.

Hoz walked over to the technology consultant, a Mr. Hiroshema Naga. "Sup, Naga," said Hoz, "I thought I asked for submarines. What's this dallying with ground structures?"

Naga covered his face with his pollution mask. "We need the nuclear to build the submarines."

Hoz was aghast. "I thought this shit was instantaneous. What other options do we have?"

Naga shuffled his feet.

"Out with it man!" said Hoz.

"We only have the barbarians. But -"

"Well, fine, then. Bring them out. They can probably swim the Atlantic."

"But they are still trapped in the ziploc bag," said Hiroshema Naga sadly.

Hoz's brain exploded. There, the headless plastic general stood, in front of his consultant, incapable of issuing further order.

"This is a shitty end to the birth of the Nation," remarked Hiroshema Naga.

A private nearby shrugged. "Oh well. At least Jesse Helms died."

/wc
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"I thought this shit was instantaneous." you are killing me! too funny. - N
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the birth of a nation. lol