Sod Iraq; let's invade Norway

Stout chap

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The territory of Svalbard.
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It is, gentlemen, enslaved to those most bloodthirsty, exploitive, unprincipled, dastardly, and all around bounders the Norwegians. Yes, gentlemen, WEGIES! For years, while the rest of us have been fighting wars and generally being good chaps, the Wegies have held on to Svalbard. At one point, Great Britain mined there, as did some of our lesser European neighbours, but Wegies completely took it over while we went about the business of holding on to the rest of the world. To add insult to injury, that most tyrannic villain, liar, and scoundrel Roald Amundson used it to prepare for his aeroplane expedition to the North Pole! How appropriate, gentlemen, were we chaps to recapture it from the control of the Wegies. The only challenge to this dictatorship of Svalbard has, apparently, been the Ruskies -- not much separating a Ruskie from a Wegie, I say.

You should all get your horses at the ready, b'god! Of course, I'm not taking my horse on this expedition, primarily because it is dead, but also because not taking a horse would mean I shall finally get an opportunity to test the Stoutchap Unstoppable Vehicle (S.U.V.):

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Constructed in Germany with the latest technology.
 
Of course, we'll need more than cheese to defeat the Wegies. I welcome the chance to use some of my equipment from the Great War and ask that you fellows do the same.

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Quite brings a tear to the old eye, sentimental fool that I am. Ah, many's the chap who found himself on the wrong end of that little revolver! Some of them enemies, too! Now gentlemen, no weaponry should be spared in fighting Wegies, the scourge of the earth! What ho!
 
Quite so, Sergeant Merkwürdige-Liebe, b'god! My sentiments precisely, an' all that.
 
Problem Child said:
Why not? Do they have any oil? What about cheese? Have they got any good cheese?
They have lovely sweaters. Will that do?
 
Royal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen

Our country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses
And we have to clean up after them
And our saddle sores are the best
We proudly wear womens clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts
And the buzzards they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun
And we will probably go to hell
And that is our great reward
For being the-uh ro-yal canadian kilted yaksmen
 
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