Mark, The World Dominator, stood before the leaders of Earth—and the leaders of Mars, Venus, and the newly colonized moons of Jupiter. He held up a flag, waving it triumphantly. The Dutch flag.

"From now on," Mark declared, "every country, every planet, every moon, and asteroid in this universe will fly the same flag." The leaders looked at each other, confused.

"But... why the Dutch flag?" one dared to ask.

Mark smirked. "Because it’s perfect." He pointed to the red, white, and blue stripes. "Simple, powerful, and let’s be honest, way cooler than your old flags. Plus, uniformity is key. We’re not just uniting Earth anymore, we’re uniting the galaxy."

The room fell silent. No one dared challenge him. After all, this was the man who had already conquered the stars. What was one little flag in the grand scheme of galactic domination?

He unfurled the flag over a holographic display of the solar system. "From Earth to the moons of Saturn, this flag will fly proudly. The symbol of order, of power... of me."

Mark leaned back in his chair, satisfied. "Now, let’s get these Martians to start learning Dutch."