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The Cruller Sagas Part 2- The Insipid Rise of the Cruller Wars

As it came to pass, after the Spanish exhibition of the inherent strategic defensive
possibilities of the cruller defense;

Soon all navies festooned their warships with thousands of crullers, including 
deep in the bowels of the hull, where their miraculous achievements were most 
evident.
It became a cruller race, not only of production numbers, but ever increasing 
aeration ratios.  Huge blowers attached to naval bakeries worldwide made 
lighter and fluffier pastries in a donut race like the world had never seen.
One could literally smell their opponents freshness over the horizon.
The inventive drunken Spanish cook was promoted to fleet admiral, in charge of 
navel donut operations.
The sea was aflood with doughy might.
The situation was bound to be explosive.

Warships pounded their opponents at point blank range, only to see occasional
flour bursts, or if capital ships, even jelly bleeds.  It was cook or get off the pot (of 
coffee).

The oceans of the world transformed into gooey puddles of culinary terror.

The Brooklyn naval yard was surrounded by hundreds of Dunkin' Donuts, and 
their arch rival, Krispy Kreme.  The stench of pastry was horrendous.
Each vying for favor with the 13 dozen rule, then the 14 dozen rule, until
the price of donuts outweighed naval construction costs.
It was doomed to destiny.

Next: The Krispie Kreme/ Dunkin' Donuts war erupts!

Stay tuned.

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