In the center of the Midwest region of the United States, there stood a large rural home in a quaint little village, and there was a slight commotion inside. Within the humble abode, there were many trinkets, souvenirs, photographs, hanging uniforms, and antique items, all from around the early 1860s to the late 1920s. In the kitchen, there stood Billy Yank, making a sandwich for himself. Soon Johnny Reb, sitting on the couch in the living room as he drank some bourbon whiskey, shouted out to Billy Yank.

"Hey Yankee Boy! Why're ya doin' that? You ought to let Lady Liberty make them sandwiches instead!"

Billy Yank gave an irritated sneer and rolled his eyes before answering in a loud enough manner.

"I suggest you shut your trap before I shove my shoe down it!"

Johnny laughed out loud at this comment, gulping his bourbon, and shrugged sarcastically before turning on the TV to watch something.