'dude we're in cambodia, wake up' said mozart to beethoven with his voice to text translator on and shaking the sleeping beethoven who was deaf and couldnt hear him...
'wow, 21st century cambodia,' observed beethoven as he shook off his dreams and the morning sun over the indian ocean forced him to squint...
'its totally sick man... I cannot wait to lob off some rocket propelled grenades with you... See the welcome i got organized for you?' asked mozart as he indicated row upon row of prostrate and grovelling natives banked on either side of the runway as the jet landed
'wow,' said beethoven
'for real,' responded mozart... They all agreed to do it for a sack of rice each....soon the world population will easily reach 8 billion folks and things aren't at all set up to cater for them... You know what that means, dont you Ludwig?'
'starvation and malnutrition coupled with food rioting and instability?'
'and just u see what happens if people's drinking water gets scarce... Anyway, grab ur guns and lets go have some fun, hurrah!' said Mozart.
And Beethoven grabbed his guns and echoed the sentiment, 'hurrah'.
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