Somewhere in a bar in Chardinia
April 26th, 1945
8:30 PM
In the Capital of Chardinia 2 men were chatting and drinking with each other.
"I hate these damn Germans." Said one with a top hat.
"Well, Jones at least they let us live." Said his friend.
"Yeah, sure Dback, but sooner or later they're gonna put us in a concentration camp." He said as he took a sip from his drink.
"Well, if you hate them so much how about you start an underground resistance?"
"Are you that drunk already?"
"Nope."
"Well, that's plausible. I used to be a successful Governor. People will probably listen to me." Said Jones.
"Huh, you never told me that. So that's why you look so familiar. Anyways, we will probably need years to prepare. Until then, we are enslaved."
Jones looked at the clock. And he saw that it was 8:40 PM.
"Well, that was a nice chat. Anyways I'm off now." Said Jones as he took one last sip of Beer.
"See ya."
Dback then continued to drink his beer.
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