An it continues: [SCENE CONTINUES IN THE ROYAL LAIR — ENTER GENERAL HOMONCULUS (clearly Tom Homan in full ICE regalia, chest puffed like a rooster in riot gear)] GENERAL HOMONCULUS: “Your Holiness, I bring good news! The raids are going tremendously. We’ve detained a family of seven and one undocumented chihuahua trying to flee a petting zoo.” DONALDUS TREMENDOUS: “Perfect! Tremendous! Nobody’s tougher on pet crime. Make sure the dog doesn’t vote Democrat.” BLACKADDER: “General Homonculus, may I ask—a purely academic question—when precisely does ‘just following orders’ become ‘actively auditioning for a Nuremberg sequel?’” HOMONCULUS: (earnestly) “Sir, we’re patriots. We don't write the laws. We just enforce them with unrelenting zeal, military hardware, and zero comprehension of irony.” BALDRICK: “That’s a bit like my auntie Maureen! She used to enforce bedtime with a broom handle and no teeth!” BLACKADDER: “Yes, Baldrick, but unlike your auntie Maureen, General Homonculus here has a badge, a press office, and a worrying fondness for paramilitary cosplay.” HOMONCULUS: “We prefer the term ‘Constitutional Cowboys,’ sir.” BLACKADDER: “And I prefer the term ‘historical foreshadowing.’ Shall I pencil you in for a cameo in the upcoming documentary Democracy: The Last Season?”