Inner Monologue

Putrid, that old Tartarian bear, was sitting in his large room in Krumlin, talking to his people how he will do this and that to the enemy of sister Tartaria… it was a trully long monologue filled with a fiery barrage of Tartarian spicy, not that vey nice, words. Barbiemerica was the land of opportunities, where a newly invented strain of comunu-capital…