Si non potes reperire Berolini in tabula, ludens essetis non WIF.
Hey, get your stinking cursor off my face! I got nukes, you know.
I would have thought the Swedish Chef would have been a better choice and would make as much sense.
"Urrnder schurndrer urnder. Chicky, chicky. Nork, nork, nork!"
You think this administration is going to appoint a foreigner?
Well, maybe if the Swedish Chef's dad was a member of a Swedish fascist party during WW2 and the chef still wore that little fascist pin and had a dubious PhD - yeah, he could get a job.