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[mr_blandy_bland]

[Canada is going door to door. After getting a phone call letting him know that he has a shiny new job as a beet tester and has to test every beet in town by Wednesday.]

Um...excuse me, um, c-comrade. I have been assigned to test your beets.

[He's still not happy with Kumajiro, his clothes, and his gun disappearing, but he forces a smile anyway

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[numanstan]

[Vince answers the door, holding a beet.

A beet that has carved England eyebrows and a grumpy expression.]

How're y'gonna test 'em?

[mr_blandy_bland]

I really haven't thought about it. Maybe if I taste test one bee...ah...

[Just staring at the beet carving.]

[numanstan]

[He looks down at the beet and grins.]

Looks just like him, yeah? Exact head shape.

[mr_blandy_bland]

Ah, it does look like him...

[windmill]

[He catches Canada on the street. He has an unusually scattered, distressed look about him- the stony, stoic expression Netherlands usually wears is cracking.

When he sees Canada, though, the amount of relief that shows through is huge.] Jesus fucking Christ, the fuck is going on?

You okay?

[mr_blandy_bland]

I...I'm fine. And I think we've been transported to Siberia.

[windmill]

Fuck. [he looks up at the bland grey sky.] Russia hasn't got anything t'do with this, does he?

[mr_blandy_bland]

I don't know I mean it does look like his house, but I don't think he has that much control over the town to do something like this.

[dodo_master]

[This weird little dude answers the door. He's holding a piece of paper and a pencil.]

Ah, hello! Do you happen to be an enemy of the state?

[mr_blandy_bland]

[His hair is crooked, but other than that serious face.]

Of course not, comrade. I have very good connections with the state.

[dodo_master]

[He looks disappointed] Curses. I'm never going to find 20 by tomorrow at this rate!

[mr_blandy_bland]

Why do you need to find twenty enemies of the state by tomorrow?

[crazyclownwoman]

Hey! Do you know how to Re-Reproduce a beet?

[mr_blandy_bland]

Unfortunately, I don't know that.

[crazyclownwoman]

....drats.

This job stinks.

[mr_blandy_bland]

I don't think you can re-reproduce anything, really...

[motheringnation]

[Also a little gloomy and almost walks into you]

Oh...Canada! Am sorry...

[mr_blandy_bland]

Ah...it's alright. I mean I really wasn't looking where I was going.

[motheringnation]

N..neither was I.

....town is so strange now...

D...did you get a job too?

[mr_blandy_bland]

I don't know where anything is now because of it.

And yeah...I got Beet tester.