Shroomanian Stories
Cancun Conference
The Prime Minister kept his mouth shut for a while. Partly, it was because he was still brooding. Goddamn Rufus, WIBBLE was an awesome name and
everyone knew it. In these times of near-apocalyptic darkness, everyone needed to lighten up. Everyone needed a... WIBBLE.
Aside from that, Shroom also didn't want to open his mouth first or else he'd end up sounding like an idiot - which was what just happened to Duke James. Duck James, haha. Now the other Duck... Duke, Duke Langley, said something and now the Old Dominion Dude's veins were popping out of his neck. The Old Dominion Dude got off and went out, wanting his nappy-time or something.
Shroom sighed and look at his side. Alison was busy scribbling down notes.
"What's that?" Shroom asked her.
"Oh... nothing. I'm just drawing Duke Lelouch, that Langley guy. He looks cute."
"Ah. That's actually a pretty good drawing," Shroom admitted.
"Really? Aw, thanks." Alison smiled. Which made Shroom feel really crappy, crappy for hiding his
filthy secret from her. Goddamn it. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Uh..." Shroom uttered, just as he noticed that he had gotten off his seat, looking like he was about to declare something.
The delegates and diplomats and journos and world leaders, yes, the world leaders, were now looking at him - expecting him to say something.
"Oh shit..." Shroom muttered beneath his breath.
They kept on
looking at him.
"Gentlemen..." Shroom began.
"Please, enough about this talk of national obliteration and breast-bleeding. This conference was called precisely
because of the obliteration of two nations and the breast-bleeding of their entire populaces. We here to make sure none of this ever happens again, but if we go down the path of threats of national breast-obliteration, as both our Dukes have spoken of, then we're only going to aggravate and exacerbate the situation and end up doing the exact same things we're trying to
avoid from doing
again. We hardly need or want anymore wars sprouting up at this time because of biological weaponry, of all things.
"That said, I am in agreement with my friend Paul, as well as Ambassador Gromyko - whose country shares an intimate understanding with the Sovereignty in precisely these... delicate matters. I also believe that one of the things President Hank has mentioned:
President Hank wrote:Still, perhaps we can also find some manner of positive encouragement so to make it more attractive for nations to sign the treaty? For example the establishment of an international storage bank maintaining an ample supply of vaccines for the most common strains, to be opened to any nation facing a pandemic, couild not only help developing nations deal with naturally occurring plagues but would also potentially greatly decrease the effectivity of biowarfare, thus making the weaponization of pathogens a less attractive prospect.
"Bears further discussion. Wasn't one of the proposed agendas of this meeting to discuss how the international community intends to clean up the mess in Astaria and Shepland, to help the people who might still be living - or dying - there, and how we'd go about with distributing aid? President Hank's proposed initiative might tie in with that goal...
"Overall, the Sovereignty of Shroomania is agreeable to the outlined convention of President Rufus. However, I do have a tiny nitpick regarding the
naming of the thing..." Prime Minister Shroom smiled and, if he wasn't mistaken, he also heard a subtle but collective groan coming from just about everyone in the room.
"Oh Shroom," King Paul said to himself while shaking his head.
"Not that WIBBLE crap again," Rufus cursed silently.
"Goddamn Shroomanians," one of the remaining Dominion diplomats muttered beneath his breath.
President Shinra wrote:Convention on the Prohibition of the Development, Production and Stockpiling of Bacteriological (Biological) Weapons and on Their Destruction
"While it is a tiny nitpick... biological weapons don't just encompass bacteriological and virological agents, but also fungi as well. If they are left unmentioned, well, we wouldn't want anyone to exploit the loopholes, am I right?" there were murmurs of agreement, after all, who knew better about fungal agents than the crazy person who kept on going 'mushroom this' 'toadstool that' and 'fungi there'? There were also sighs of relief, since Shroom didn't bring the goddamn WIBBLE up.
The Prime Minister thanked his peers and sat down.