January 1, 1936
Tirana
Narrator: High atop the fortress city of Tirana, the most powerful man in Europe…ok, ok, maybe not the most powerful in Europe, but certainly the most powerful man in Albania, sat in his office.
And now introducing the star of, “Where’s Albania? A comic AAR,” and the Head of the Albanian Government Meeehhhdddiii FFFaaassshhheerrii
Mehdi Fasheri stared at the voice, that’s right at the voice, “I take offense to this, Albania is a great nation that will one day…”
His secretary interpreted him over the intercom, “Ah sir, who are you talking to?”
Mehdi Fasheri looked at the intercom as if in confusion, “I was just…It doesn’t matter. What do you want?”
His secretary, now standing next to his desk continued, “Sir you 1:00 o’clock is here.”
Mehdi Fasheri stared up in confusion, “How did you do that?”
His secretary stared at him, “Do what? “
“How did you move that fast? I mean was just talking to you over the intercom.”
His secretary started walking towards the door, “Sir this is Albania, we can’t afford intercoms. I’ll send in your 1:00 o’clock.”
A man in a full military uniform and two black outlines of human figures walk into the office.
The man in uniform draw himself to attention to address Fasheri, “Hello, Mr. President/Mr. Primer, I’m not quit clear what we call are leader, I’m the chief of the Army, Enver Hoyla.”
Black outline #1, doing what ever black outlines do also addressed his leader, “Hello, Mr. President/Mr. Primer I’m Unknown, Chief the Airforce.”
Black outline #2, inmated black outline #1, “Hello, Mr. President/Mr. Primer I’m Unknown, Chief of the Navy”
Mehdi Fasheri stared at the two black outlines “So you are both named Unknown. Interesting names, is that Greek?”
Unknown, the chief of the Chief of Navy that is, spoke up first, “No I’m pretty sure it is English.”
Primer Fasheri, I’m pretty sure he would be a Primer, “Mr. Hoyla, You have a report for me.”
Hoyla pulled something from a briefcase, “Yes I do.”
Hoyla handed Fasgeri a think vanilla folder. He opened it up and flipped through it. He quickly finished it and closed it. It was filled with about 20 pages, total blank, except for the last one, which said in bold letters “We’re Screwed.”
Fasheri handed back, “Very precise. What do you recommend we do about it?”
“Well, my department was written up a report about are potential resources.” Hoyla tried to hand back the vanilla folder.
Fasheri pushed it away, “No need. I think I understand. Unknownses, what do you have to report?”
The Unknowns looked at each other. Unknown #2, I think he is the hand of Navy, damn I can't remember, responded, “Sir, this is Albania, I’m positive that only about three of us can swim...”
Unknown #1 jumped in, “And I don’t think there is anyone in these country who was seen a plane.”
Primer Fasheri voice was starting to grow angry, “That didn’t stop Mongolia in my last game, why should it stop you!”
Unknown #2 looked at the ground, “With all do respect that was different situation.”
“What a minute, I though I was the head of the Navy,” said Unknown #1.
“What does it matter?” said the Narrator.
Tirana
Narrator: High atop the fortress city of Tirana, the most powerful man in Europe…ok, ok, maybe not the most powerful in Europe, but certainly the most powerful man in Albania, sat in his office.
And now introducing the star of, “Where’s Albania? A comic AAR,” and the Head of the Albanian Government Meeehhhdddiii FFFaaassshhheerrii
Mehdi Fasheri stared at the voice, that’s right at the voice, “I take offense to this, Albania is a great nation that will one day…”
His secretary interpreted him over the intercom, “Ah sir, who are you talking to?”
Mehdi Fasheri looked at the intercom as if in confusion, “I was just…It doesn’t matter. What do you want?”
His secretary, now standing next to his desk continued, “Sir you 1:00 o’clock is here.”
Mehdi Fasheri stared up in confusion, “How did you do that?”
His secretary stared at him, “Do what? “
“How did you move that fast? I mean was just talking to you over the intercom.”
His secretary started walking towards the door, “Sir this is Albania, we can’t afford intercoms. I’ll send in your 1:00 o’clock.”
A man in a full military uniform and two black outlines of human figures walk into the office.
The man in uniform draw himself to attention to address Fasheri, “Hello, Mr. President/Mr. Primer, I’m not quit clear what we call are leader, I’m the chief of the Army, Enver Hoyla.”
Black outline #1, doing what ever black outlines do also addressed his leader, “Hello, Mr. President/Mr. Primer I’m Unknown, Chief the Airforce.”
Black outline #2, inmated black outline #1, “Hello, Mr. President/Mr. Primer I’m Unknown, Chief of the Navy”
Mehdi Fasheri stared at the two black outlines “So you are both named Unknown. Interesting names, is that Greek?”
Unknown, the chief of the Chief of Navy that is, spoke up first, “No I’m pretty sure it is English.”
Primer Fasheri, I’m pretty sure he would be a Primer, “Mr. Hoyla, You have a report for me.”
Hoyla pulled something from a briefcase, “Yes I do.”
Hoyla handed Fasgeri a think vanilla folder. He opened it up and flipped through it. He quickly finished it and closed it. It was filled with about 20 pages, total blank, except for the last one, which said in bold letters “We’re Screwed.”
Fasheri handed back, “Very precise. What do you recommend we do about it?”
“Well, my department was written up a report about are potential resources.” Hoyla tried to hand back the vanilla folder.
Fasheri pushed it away, “No need. I think I understand. Unknownses, what do you have to report?”
The Unknowns looked at each other. Unknown #2, I think he is the hand of Navy, damn I can't remember, responded, “Sir, this is Albania, I’m positive that only about three of us can swim...”
Unknown #1 jumped in, “And I don’t think there is anyone in these country who was seen a plane.”
Primer Fasheri voice was starting to grow angry, “That didn’t stop Mongolia in my last game, why should it stop you!”
Unknown #2 looked at the ground, “With all do respect that was different situation.”
“What a minute, I though I was the head of the Navy,” said Unknown #1.
“What does it matter?” said the Narrator.
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