Going Down on the Frig It

The waters were calm yet the clouds heavy in the evening sky. The reverberation of the ship’s engines penetrating. “Norwegian battleship eight kilometres four degrees north sir! It has a barcode on the hull!”. “Aye Lieutenant, you know why?”. “No sir!”. “So they can Scandinavian”

“Astute observation, Commander! What else do you know of this vessel?” “Well I certainly know it’s long, hard and full of seamen!” “Sir! The battleship has begun firing on our location!” “Well there’s Norway we’re making it out of this one!” And with that, they all died laughing.