A weekend with Gengis Khan

Clunk. Genghis Khan and I set our empty glasses on the table. Gengis and I had just been enjoying our glasses of Bourbon at Khan's holiday home in Karakorum.
"Mongolia has shrunk rather a lot since your heyday" I observed with a slight slurr to my voice.
"I've lost my empire" Genghis muttered, "All the damn government left me with was this holiday home; it doesn't even have air conditioning!!"
I got up and made myself a white wine spritzer and drank it while glancing round the room.
"You Mongolians sure know how to live"
"Actually, it's 'Mongols'" Genghis retorted.
"It's called ‘Mongolia’; it's not the 11th century anymore".
"Actually, my empire was at its height in the 13th century, don't you know anything!?".

I preheated the oven then said: "Let's agree to disagree, do you want a takeaway or shall I make some 'Spag Bog'".
"What's that?" Genghis asked.
"It's what I call 'Spaghetti Bolognaise”
“Nah, I’ve never been a fan of Italian food” Genghis mused. “Let’s get that takeaway, I’m buying!”.
“Do you want something Mongolian?” I asked
“I only eat ‘Mongol’ food...that and bagels”
“Bagels, it is, then!”
So we both ate our bagels together while watching ‘Hot Fuzz’ on the TV. I had Marmite and cheese in mine while Genghis had bacon and brie in his.
THE END