Inequality is growing, and the world resounds with cries of resentment.What's that?
Pasta... I don't...Heeey! Tashkent!If you'd like, would you like to come have some?I forgot that Libe's lot were off expeditioning, and cooked up too much pasta, see?There can be no more hesitation.
I must dye the world red with communism without delay...