"We are almost there, Herr Kaleun!"
The large Benzwagen bumped on a bomb crater, jumping into the air before crashing back into the asphalt in slow motion. No mere mixture of gravel and chemicals could stop a product of proud Thanasian industry, and so the car simply continued to oppress the road like it was a Pollackistani.
Wait, thought the vehicle's lone passenger, What the fuck did he just say? Where the hell am I?
The man groaned. He looked through the window, although concentrating on the outside world was difficult due to the splitting headache that reminded him very much of a terrible hangover. He vaguely remembered getting smashed with his friends, but not much besides that.
The street outside was drab and grey, full of people wearing weird blue smocks and berets and looking at him with pure hatred.
The hell? I'm in France?, the passenger thought, remembering his experience from Paris. A waiter there looked at him just about the same after he demanded a pure Murcan steak and Freedom Fries.
"Yes, those Zenobian workers are like that, herr Kaleun, but don't worry. After we inevitably defeat the rotten West and their commienist utopia, they will know who their master is!"
The Benzwagen barely avoided another bomb crater, and weaved expertly around a burned-out truck.
The passenger's confusion grew. Defeat? The rotten west? WE?!
Wait...why am I thinking in Thanasian?
He could feel a rush of panic as he looked down, at his all-black uniform and elegant leather briefcase and nice shoes...
No no no no NO!!! he screamed inside, and then screamed outside when the Beznwagen's drivers slammed on the brakes.
"We are here!", he announced proudly, "HE is waiting inside!"
"Who?"
The drivers just looked at the passenger in confusion.
"Uh, you know...HE. Oh no...he's coming here! Get out! GET OUT!"
The passenger stumbled out onto the debris-covered sidewalk. Some sort of terribly huge building stood there. It was reinforced with sandbags and had a great many holes in it. One side was collapsed.
Barely did he manage to dust himself off when he looked up and stared into a most terrifying face.
The man glared at him with his piercing little eyes. The cigarette he was holding in his mouth twitched slightly. The passenger suddenly felt very small. His migraine got worse.
"Ja", the apparition said, "Jawohl. You will do. What's your name, sailor?"
What is my name? Jeebus,think quick!"
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