Meanwhile somewhere north of the 38th Parallel we find Norf Korea's Great Reader KIM Jong IL in the Dear Leader Jacuzzi built by the joyous starving peoples of the DPRK...
KIM- General Wang!
WANG- Here, Oh Great One.
KIM- Need more Mister Brubble!
WANG- More Mr Bubble? Right away, Sir!
KIM- Good and makes it click (quick) cause I'm really stressed over one of mine shipments being high-japped!
WANG- Hijacked?...Oh, you mean you are really stressed because of the United Arab Emirates seizing a ship containing weapons bound for Iran. I believe it was 10 containers of North Korean-manufactured munitions, detonators, explosives and rocket-propelled grenades. Isn't that right, Great Reader?
KIM- General Wang! Let's me makes one ting perfectwee queer to you!
WANG- Uh...Make one thing perfectly clear, your Most Greatness? What would that be, Sir?
KIM- Those containers were queerly marked as "Iranian Birthday Party Favors"!!!
WANG- But Sir, the contents of those containers were weapons, not birthday party favors.
KIM- DAMN!!! I'm can'ts believe I'm so stupid!
WANG- Stupid, Sir?
KIM- Yes...stew-fwickin-pid! Of course they seized them! I had them improperly marked...
WANG- Improperly marked, Great Reader?
KIM- But of course! The containers contained a contents chock full of Norf Korean-manufractured munitions, detoenators, exprosives and wocket plo-pelled gwenades. Obviously had I labeled the contents as "Iraqi Wedding Party Favors" I could have shaved myself much face and embarrassment! Now get me my Mr Brubble and a plastic replica of a 1968 Oldsmobile!
WANG- A 1968 Olds, Sir? But why?
KIM- I'm playin' Chappaquiddick!
WANG- Very good, Sir.
KIM- Heh-heh-heh. Call me Teddy.