The People of Pepel is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Pater with an even hand, and remarkable for its complete lack of prisons, smutty television, and prohibition of alcohol. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 26.408 billion Pepelians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The relatively small, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Pepel. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 27.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Pepelian economy, worth a remarkable 4,519 trillion leones a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, broadly diversified black market in Information Technology, Gambling, Retail, and Soda Sales. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an impressive 171,137 leones, with the richest citizens earning 8.5 times as much as the poorest.

Passive-aggressive congratulations cards inform mums-to-be that their pregnancy is their greatest achievement in life, foreign leaders who don't applaud Pater's speeches are regarded as enemies of Pepel, recognizing the Pepelian flag qualifies you for citizenship, and sleep-deprived officials are known to collapse after late night revision for their examinations. Crime, especially youth-related, is pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Pepel's national animal is the lion, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Pepel is ranked 2,102^nd in the world and 1^st in Belgique for Largest Soda Pop Sector, scoring 12,922.38 on the Addison-Fukk Productivity Rating.