Imagine if all bullets were made out of peas and world wars were international cafeteria food fights. Foreign ministers were hired based on their sloppy-joe merits. Mustard gas takes on a whole new meaning. M*A*S*H potatoes. The winner gets an ice cream. Food fight diplomacy revolution COMMENCE.
Peas on earth, y’all.
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