The Pyzzed Off Colony of Pyzz is a titanic, genial nation, ruled by President Prissy Pants with a fair hand, and notable for its public floggings, free-roaming dinosaurs, and parental licensing program. The compassionate, democratic population of 19.82 billion Pyzzians love a good election, and the government gives them plenty of them. Universities tend to be full of students debating the merits of various civil and political rights, while businesses are tightly regulated and the wealthy viewed with suspicion.

The enormous, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Education, Welfare, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Pyzz Prime. The average income tax rate is 79.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The Pyzzian economy, worth a remarkable 1,082 trillion pittances a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing, Pizza Delivery, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Average income is 54,606 pittances, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Extreme political groups are outlawed, guide dogs for the blind have been seen using government websites, from the highest mountain to the deepest cave - one can always count on finding a good cell signal in Pyzz, and blue sky thinkers are reminded that the firmament is actually more of a grey-ish colour. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Pyzz's national animal is the python, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Pyzzism.

Pyzz is ranked 320,389^th in the world and 12^th in Redundant Realm of Redundancy for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring zero on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.