Retirement 

​”Aha! Success! This is the final step in my plan to invade Europe!” Cried a balding man wearing an old military suit. He stood on his balcony, overlooking his backyard. He joyfully opened his arms to embrace the air as he looked upon the plastic kiddie pool sitting on his lawn. Next to it, a plastic blow up raft innocently sat, out of place. “Hear me, Europe, and tremble!”

Inside the house, his daughter spoke into the phone. “Yeah, Dad’s not doing so well. He thinks he’s still a fascist dictator. I’m glad he was forced into retirement.”

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