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It was plastered all over the head lines, EDEN, USA, Poland, James couldn’t get away from it. It was on every TV station, every newspaper.

His favourite New Show, on channel 23 (Merchantman) was talking about it, the Comedy Show he loved was doing endless spoofs on it. (The Guns of August) Even the Philosophical Show he watched, the meaning of life, was talking about it! That and How’d they love their mama’s.

So what did James do? He moved! To get away from it all! Take a vacation, relax. Where did he move to? Western Auzzieland. Yes it wasn’t two weeks into his vacation that the place where he now lived, was under attack. James remembered getting up that morning, and seeing the tanks rolling down the streets. He looked at those tanks with a blank look.

“Oh for the love of Google!” he said in a deep sarcastic tone

He went out, no flights out, stores closed, and enemies everywhere.

“Great I can’t even leave! Why the hell I came to Auzzieland in the first place is beyond me anyways, I mean everything here wants to kill me, at least in Canada all I had to worry about was an over hormonal dog, that liked salt, that and eight sided fail”

But thankfully by the end of the week, it seemed like the enemy was going to be pushed out, so James went back to his Beach out, and rested while drinking rum.

The next day however he awoke to the enemy celebrating the conquering of the region, as he looked at his food stores he found out he had none.

“Google dammit! No food, no way out!”

With that he sent out a call for help, and within a few hours, there was an evacuation team extracting him, and tons of other out of auzzieland. He looked to his side, and saw none other than TemujinBC, he grinded and showed his crooked teeth and his breath smelt of ‘relocated’ Canadian Dollars.

“Well Richie rich now pleading for help!” He chucked, as he jabbed me with a fork, James mocked an expression of anger

“Hey” James said “Had to give you something to do, other than relocate Military funds, and steal Rylde’s Ale"

“Quite you two!” Said James Wiens from the front cab “And Temujin, your punishment for the money has finally come in” He said

“Oh, what is it?” he asked

“You have to pay two Q1 guns, and say you’re sorry” Wiens said, at this everyone burst out laughing, and before I knew it I was back in Canada, I turned on the TV and what was the huge debate now?

Whether there were enough pictures in the new papers.

James looked at the screen, with the same expression he had on before.

“For the love of Google”