"Huh."
Emperor Saki was eating his Chow Mien during the meeting of his generals after retaking most of their land in the Iberian Peninsula back. He then stared out into space, looking somewhat dumbstruck.
"...the casualties are almost none, given that the Saxons' did not expect a comeback from the army..."
"....thought we were running away..."
"...fools who should just eat their fishes..."
"...crush Britannia?"
The generals then looked at the Emperor. Seeing the Emperor dumbstruck, the generals wondered what he was thinking.
"Uhm, Your Highness?"
"What is the matter, Your Highness?"
"Has the chow mien gone bad? Oh for the love of lomi!"
"Might we need to bring you to the hospital?"
The generals scurried about. No one knew what the hell the Emperor was thinking.
Then suddenly, the Emperor moved his lips in a way that resembled speaking.
"Emperor Saki, what's the matter?"
"....Iberian..."
"Sir?"
"...mean that I..."
"?"
Once again, all stared at the Emperor. Suddenly, the Emperor rises, shouting something that no one would have expected from him.
"I keep on conquering peninsulas. Does that mean that I, the Emperor, likes penis-sulas!?"
...Just another day in the World War.