Iraq's declaration of war against Mexico didn't stir up any commotion in Mexico City.
It's not like the Americans are coming to fight.
Even if they did come, we could just surrender!
Plenty of Mexicans wouldn't mind being American.
Welcome the king's army with food and drink!
We want to be American, too.
But Iraq?
Where the hell is that?
You could cover the whole of Western Asia with a booger on the map.
National Palace.
Cuauhtémoc was working in his office when his secretary came in, "Sir, the petition is ready."
He took it and glanced over it, and his expression immediately turned quite animated.
The first part was a severe denunciation of Iraq's perverse actions, the middle praised the valiant spirit of the United States, claiming that Mexico was eager and ready to follow its big daddy's lead in crushing the opposition.
The end, though, was pleading poverty.
Daddy, I'm so scared, they're gonna hit me, wah wah wah, I need Patriots, Tridents, and militiamen!
