ottoman times. teen bulgaria is sitting on some glade and picking his nose with a dull gaze.
teen turkey appears. bulgaria doesn't even look at him.
'yo what's up loser I'm so much stronger and better than u I defeated u and now ur a part of my empire'
bulgaria ignores him, staring into nothingness. he keeps on picking his nose.
'also I'm much more handsome than u everyone likes me'
bulgaria pulls his finger out of his nostril and flicks a booger away. then he sticks his finger into his other nostril. it seems like he cares a lot more about his boogers than whatever turkey's telling him.
'also I'm richer than u and I'm allowed to wear the most expensive and awesome clothes look at my clothes they are made out of brocade'
bulgaria, unimpressed, pulls his finger out of his nose again. finally, he speaks.
'so what? I'm spiritually rich'