What you draw is up to you, but I’m picturing a Ghostbusters-type outfit of people. Jumpsuits, nametags, Canadian flag shoulder patches. And the gear: instead of photon streams, they shoot streams of Canada No. 1 Medium grade.
Well, that’s good for the sticky situations.
In reality, the Strategic Maple Syrup Reserve is primarily for domestic reasons rather than for national security.
As a sex aid (drip it on, lick it off), pure maple syrup is so good that without rationing we’d never get any work done.
Folks in Alaska have been trying to get federal standards in place for birch syrup. The poor bastards.
Long winter nights, curled up with their spouses, and birch rather than maple syrup. Tragic.
I do not believe so, but coincidentally the US does house the Global Strategic Bacon Reserve. I heard that there is a vast underground smokehouse in the Appalachians.
On the whole, I would rather blow shit up for the World Bacon Police than I would the World Maple Police. Meatier issues…
Either way, we get to destroy Paris, right?
Have they figured out who was behind it? Is it the infamous Breakfast Club ?
I for one welcome our new insect overlords…
Now fortified with MAPLE!
OMG it’s a global dessert conspiracy!
Now it’s Austria!
Stupid thieves – they spent a week picking berries for a haul estimated to be worth seventy five hundred dollars. They could have got more by spending 5 minutes in a bank.
But I like the name of the new enforcement agency. Team Austria – World Elderberry Police.
No, the culprits are probably the breakfast food illuminati, look for their loot somewhere in Bavaria.
Clearly there is a group trying to corner the Elderberry Maple Syrup market.
Is Elton John being held for questioning?
We’ll always have Paris.
… in our sights.
Hey! I thought we got to [del]stomp[/del] destroy Tokyo.
No, but King Arthur’s father has been named as a person of interest.
Ian Fleming Movie ahead? Stickyfinger, the movie, where an arch villian tries to corner the Maple Syrup Commodity Market
Bond has a menage a trois with Aunt Jeminah and Mrs Butterworth while fighting the Stickyfinger’s pet Tiger, Tony and Henchman, the Pillsbury Do-Boy.
Oh no! There goes Tokyo!