I mean, there is a certain beauty to waking up each morning and looking out on Encyclophobatic Plaza, where the Government Building sits like a small, unused shack, and the Fruit Shop looms over the Plaza with it's diamond-encrusted walls. Now, there is actual profits being made from the country selling fruit, in partnership with the Fruit Shop, of course.
It is all highly suspect, and I will no doubt investigate the matter further. Until such time, I will give you all a suspicious note I found lying around:
MilkCheeseEggsPearsFlourApplesPudding MixTomato Seeds
This is obviously some sort of code. The items have almost no relevance to one another, and it is clearly a secret form of correspondence.