Cum Igni et Tonitrui!

[Thunderer]

Charles' mouth were filled by a sandwich. They were widely opened, not only because the amount of what was in them, but also because he was stunned. Charles has gotten the whole Bretonian Royal Fleet under his command.

Charles (speaks with his mouth full): Ohgh. (chews the sandwich).
Arthur: And? What will ye do with it?
Charles: Hmpfh.

He was thinking. Will he head all the ships from Curacao, full of tea, to Bretonia, or they will march to planet New Paris full of human waste?

Suddenly, he's gotten an idea.

Charles (finally swallows the sandwich): I've got an idea!
Arthur: Aye?
Charles: Aye... I mean, yes. Firstly, we will build up a staggering number of forces. Secondly, we will equip them with the finest weapons we can get. Then, we will train all the crews to the level of elite. Afterwards, we will head to Curacao, fully load our enormous fleet with tea, and deliver it all to Bretonia. Finally, we will all get a full and smelly load of planet Leeds' human waste - now listen carefully - then we will march into Gallia, annihilate everything on our way, and reach New Paris! The brown cloud of doom is awaiting for you, Gauls! Muahaha.... Oh. Sorry if you had to listen to the last part.
Arthur (speechless for a few moments, he says): Aye... As ye say, me captain. Good plan....
Charles: Let's start realizing it.

Charles lends his plate to Arthur and takes his transmitter. An evil grin, reminding of the Piett's, appears on his lips.

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