Heeey! Tashkent!

If you'd like, would you like to come have some?

I forgot that Libe's lot were off expeditioning, and cooked up too much pasta, see?

What's that? Pasta... I don't...

Inequality is growing, and the world resounds with cries of resentment.

There can be no more hesitation. I must dye the world red with communism without delay...