The Fresh food people of Woolies is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Dodgy cashier with an even hand, and notable for its sprawling nuclear power plants, daily referendums, and anti-smoking policies. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 3.249 billion Wooliesians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The relatively small, corrupt, pro-business government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Woolies roast chicken central. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 9.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Wooliesian economy, worth 779 trillion Mud cakes a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, and Tourism. Black market activity is notable. Average income is an amazing 239,860 Mud cakes, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,240,720 per year while the poor average 25,192, a ratio of 49.2 to 1.

Parents must choose their children's names from a government-mandated master list, the subway is dead quiet in early afternoons, there's a literal nanny state for the legions of children taken by social services, and hammering a nail into a wall is an effective death sentence. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Woolies's national animal is the Aisle 12 cleanup, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is ANZAC biccies.

Woolies is ranked 106,831^st in the world and 2,478^th in the Rejected Realms for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring 2,132.15 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.