Stalin’s lip curled cruelly as he surveyed the tanks of purple liquid below him. In each, a small spoon was taking shape. As he watched, a row of armored men wearing steel helmets and gas masks marched past.
“How many spoons?” Stalin asked his advisor.
“200,000 units are ready, with a million more on the way.”
“Good,” Stalin said, and shot the man in the head. The other advisors trembled in fear, not wanting to meet a similar fate.
“Those rebels in Ukraine will soon be crushed by my powerful army. After all, what will they eat if all their grain is gone? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Stalin threw back his head and uttered an evil laugh, then pointed his spoon towards the distant, hunger-stricken land of Ukraine.
“You’ll all be under MY control!”
End of ep.3. No more exposition, I promise! We’ll get right into the action in ep.4. ep.2 can be found here: https://lemmygrad.ml/post/485040
Make sure to include the story of how, to make a point about obedience, he plucked the feathers off a pterodactyl and then fed it his niece’s pet chihuahua
