Annika: Excuse me, I have to negotiate with a very short terrorist.
Onion: Good luck! Even if you are violating national security procedures…
Annika: Why, President Bush himself would be powerless against the charms of this half-naked buckaroo. (I am trying to negotiate him into a diaper, having successfully gotten him out of a dirty one. THIS IS MY LIFE.)
Onion: Not wearing a diaper is his right as an American, dangit. Damn liberal nanny state.
Annika: And what of my right to not be peed on? This isn’t Nazi Germany, you know.
Onion: …touche. Although if my understanding is correct, Germany is all about being peed on.
Annika: Those Nazis loooooove to be peed on! And worse.
Onion: Oh, Germany… Although Austria’s putting up a good fight for Most Fucked Up Country.
Annika: Well, Austria was occupied by the Nazis for some time.
Onion: So in the end, all the worst sexual perversions go back to WWII?
Annika: Pretty much; a few can be traced back to WWI.
Onion: Such as? …I suppose amputee fetishes, but I’d trace that back to like, the Civil War.
Annika: Well, mostly the fetish euphemistically referred to as fox-holing.
Onion: Excuse me while I consult urban dictionary.
Annika: Do tell me if it’s in there; I made it up on the spot.