Whoops Apocalypse Page #4

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Someone

was out to wreck the peace conference

There's no doubt about that.

They succeeded. Mosquera refuses

even to discuss Santa Maya any more.

He... he may change his mind, of course.

International opinion is totally against him.

But he's a very determined man.

And so am I, gentlemen.

Make no mistake about that.

What's more, the people are behind me.

According to the wireless today,

my current popularity rating

is higher than any other national leader

in peacetime.

Astonishing.

It does demonstrate

confidence in our policies.

And we didn't win at Dunkirk

by running away.

Santa Maya must be liberated...

We shall use every means at our disposal...

...even diplomacy, should it

ever come to that,

because peace is the greatest thing

that any man can fight for.

And fight we shall.

Fight, until victory is finally ours.

Darling!

Darling...

Darling where are you?

In here, darling.

- Did you get the strawberry jam?

- No...

I... I didn't get it.

Oh, Dickie, you went into

the village specially.

What am I going to give the rector for tea

when he...?

Dickie? There's something wrong?

Wrong?

Well...

Not really, old thing.

Nothing to get in a tizzy over.

You'll hear soon enough.

It looks as if there's going to be

a bit of a scrap in the Caribbean.

They're sending a task force down

to get the Maguos out of Santa Maya.

- Dickie...!

- This telegram was waiting at the post office.

Everyone's to report to Portsmouth

by six o'clock tonight.

Tonight? But...

Oh, God.

Chin up, now. It won't be so bad.

One... knows one's duty, and...

I'm not afraid. I'll see it through.

I'm not scared.

Of course not.

You're not the one that's got to go.

No, I know. Just as well, really.

I get damnably seasick.

I suppose you'll be wanting

your uniform back, then.

Oh, I'll miss him!

Land Of Hope And Glory

Point the gun at the General.

That's it smile

Ah, this is going to be great!

Now show us what you think

Get out of my way!

For Christ's sake!

What the hell's going on here?

Get these... women covered up.

And get these two cretins out of here...

before I call the police!

Sir! Sir!

What is it?

I think you'd better take a look at this.

Oh, my God!

They've finally done it.

They've finally done the unthinkable.

157 warships, I would call

a slight overreaction to the problem, Marv.

- We don't need this sabre-rattling.

- Absolutely, madam.

Any chance of getting Mosquera back

to the talks?

Well, after what happened in Miami,

I guess he's not feeling too talkative any more.

Hail To The Chief

Two countries get worked up over a banana

plantation, and we've got to clean up...

US support for the fascist...

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