'Truly this is a land of heathens. Not a single danish store!' He could understand the lack of the Salvation Army, terrifying crusaders that they were, but he could simply not understand how they would not have any stores with delicious cinnamon custard treats, witht he walls replete with flags commemorating the Battle of Lyndanisse! 'Well, we all had our crosses to bare.' Not counting Sister Bertrille's own cross, which had dropped out of her grasp, crushing some general and leading to great cheering on the other side. At least that was what he though. It would certainly not due to know that they had been peaking up her habit! Oooh, more heathens up ahead. He circled in the sky, then began to lower in altitude for a landing.