The World.

Right now, the world is a bar at 3:30 in the morning. It's not a biker bar, or a sleazy sketchy bar. Its more of a bar that would be on the Jersey Shore.

So, America rolls into the bar, all smug, wearing an Ed Hardy shirt, and looking like one of those middle aged guys who has too much money, and is trying to be 21 again. England is in the corner, drooling over France. France is in the back, giving mixed singles to England, while gossiping about America. Germany is at the bar, just drinking in silence. Africa is the crazy ass guy on the dance floor, who looks schizophrenic because he is arguing with himself, but no one goes and tries to get them help, because he is a little sketchy.  Australia is at the bar drinking beer. Russia is sitting next to Germany looking skeptical. China is still at work. Columbia is snorting cocaine off of Brazil's ass. Mexico is smoking a fat bowl. Spain is minding her own damn business. India is  trying to get people to relax. The Irish are looking for a ride home.

Then someone tells America Iraq is pissed at them. America over reacts, and starts gathering his friends. France tells him she just lit her cigarette, so she can't help us. He tries to get Germany to help, since Germany hasn't been in a fight in about 50 years, but he sits there and yells "I've change mother fucker!". England decides to back us, and Australia pops up out of no where, like that one crazy cousin everybody has, and agrees with everything we do. We go out to the parking lot, and punch Iraq in the face, and knock him out. Everyone is suddenly pissed at America, when they find out that Iraq wasn't pissed to begin with. Then North Korea is waiting for South Kora at her car. Iran starts taking swings at America.

Chaos breaks out. Someone says Norway is fucking Finland in the bathroom, but no one really knows/cares. Africa's liver starts fighting itself. Russia and Japan are trying to stay out of the fight. Columbia freaks out, and runs to flush his stash. Brazil falls off the table, with a smear of cocaine still on her ass. Greece starts crying in the corner. Spain has disappeared.

And the night ends badly.