Not Z’s

Five not-so-bright Englishmen stand on a hill talking to the Nazis (who the Englishmen think are British)

The general huffed. “I zaid, do you zink we are British?”

“I mean, who else could you be?”

“We are ZE Nazis,” he spit.

“If you’re not zees, then what are you?” Tommy asked.

The General looked at his captain, who looked at him, who looked back at Tommy.

“What?”

“What are you if you’re not Z’s?”

“WE ARE ZE GERMANS.”

“Ohh, you're... our enemies?”

“Zyes.”

“Eh, at least you’re not French.”