And then, the Oompa-Loompas would cower in fear!
YES!
FEAR…of the Mighty California Raisins! Boo-ya.
You make an astute point, Aunt Flow, but for one thing. There don’t seem to be any female Oompa-Loompas in Burton’s factory. So I’m not sure who would be flashing luscious little Oompa-Breasts at them, and whether the flashers would look like Deep Roy, but I find the image you’ve created in my mind severely disturbing. I think I need to go look at some normal pornography now to clear out my synapses.
Ahh but there are! Haven’t you seen the new one? They show a female Oompa Loompa when they’re riding the elevator. She looks like a male but with a bun and dress 
So yes, it would be Deep Roy with breasts flashing you.
AndBosda Di’Chi of Tricor, the California raisins wouldn’t stand a chance. Why? Because they look a LOT like cocoa beans and thus wouldn’t stand a chance against the ensuing mob of Oompa Loompas that would overtake them.
You aren’t helping me, you know.
I figure the Oompa-Loompas would have a talent for making really nasty chemical or biological weapons, what with all the stuff they worked on at Wonka’s factory.
The Munchkins, on the other hand, needed an elected official to perform a thorough examination to figure out that a crushed corpse hanging out of tornado debris was really dead. Clearly, these guys are out of touch with the gritty realities of life.
The nation may not be a major world player, but I would not want to fuck with a Swiss soldier. They have a long mercenary tradition, and these days they keep their Sig 550s at home.
I’m pretty sure the overall losers in this would be the Whos - caught in the crossfire and trampled on by the warring parties.
Actually that’s standard procedure in an organized society. As far as the legal system is concerned, a person isn’t considered dead until someone with appropriate authority signs off on the death form.
And sometimes that isn’t enough to get the records straightened out – there’s a report from last week that the army sent letters to around 5,000 soldiers who had recently left the service, asking them to re-enlist. The problem was, around 200 of those soldiers had left because they were killed in combat. (Right hand, this is Left hand. Start talking to each other.)
The munchkins sing songs that are eminently forgettable. The Oompa-loompas sing songs that, once they get in your head, will never leave. This seems to indicate a big advantage in psychological warfare.
Ultimately, what it comes down to is a war between a doomed African tribe of hunter-gatherers and an organized agricultural nation with a standing army that occupies land making up a quarter of the Land of Oz.
Bat-mite wins if he’s prepared.
So what? The Nac Mac Feegle are that size, but you – full-sized human you – wouldn’t want to mess with even one of them.
You’re a real laugh riot at parties, ain’t ya?
In any case, my point wasn’t that they had someone sign off on a death certificate per se, but that the guy they had do it—while the corpse was still at the scene—was a fop in a faaabulous matching cape and hat who spoke in metre. This is a guy who handles corpses on a regular basis? I think not. Clearly the Munchkin medical examiner’s office is something on the level of the Coldstream Guards. They probably have just enough experience with killing in Munchkin living memory that they can still tell one end of a cadaver from another, but only just.
The Oompa Loompas, though? There must been half a dozen different ways their candy could kill someone, just as a side effect, that we saw in the movie. And they were trying not to hurt people with it. I would not want to get on the bad side of those devious little minds.
Very nice.
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True enough. In a Munchkin-Oompa-Smurf war, the very rivers will run blue with blood. Instead of the normal brown, of course.
At their current half-strength, sure. But back when they still had Moon and Entwistle…
But the Oompa-Loompas have better tech than they did back in Africa or wherever they came from; I expect the result would be more like Cortez versus the Aztecs. Outnumbered, but with better weapons. At least it’ll stop the Munchkins from ripping out the hearts of the flying monkeys in sacrifice to Glinda.
As for the Smurfs, they’re screwed as soon as the Oopma-Loompas brew up some Dip.
I think it says something very positive about Munchkin society that they’re willing to elect officials regardless of sexual orientation.
Maybe, but the Whos can supply both sides with who-hash, and sap their will to fight as the soliders become addicts. They may also have a ‘comfort women’ program, but that is undetermined at this point.