Switzerland, Yugoslavia, and Mongolia were hanging in their clubhouse until France came up with two dresses in her hands. Her left one was a beautiful black and white stripe stretched with a skirt, to top it off, there was a pretty black bow. To her right held a white casual dress that looked like it was made out of napkins and tissues.
France: Bonjour! I need your help picking up a dress for an upcoming prom. Which one do you think I should wear?
She asks Yugoslavia first.
Yugoslavia: I don't know...one looks too sad, it makes you look like a mime... the other one would make you look like a ghost or a banshee... I need some time to think about it...
He leaves the room to contemplate how choosing a dress will affect his life, debating and thinking about the latter requires him years. He'll be so far gone that he'll forget why he was having an existential crisis in the first place.
France: Hruff... Switzerland... what do you think I should wear?
Switzerland: Don't ask me, I'm not a professional in fashion. Go bug someone else.
He has failed her for the last time. Next she looks up to Mongolia for an answer.
Mongolia: Well, I think they both look lovely!
France: *Sigh* Yeah, I do too...
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