The Benevolent Dictatorship of Migs is a colossal, orderly nation, ruled by Governor-General Mitheel with an iron fist, and remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, anti-smoking policies, and public floggings. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 3.55 billion Migsians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The relatively small, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Migs City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 25.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Migsian economy, worth 904 trillion Miges a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Retail, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an amazing 254,792 Miges, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 931,455 per year while the poor average 49,437, a ratio of 18.8 to 1.

Robotic spouses prove to be just as imperfect as flesh and blood ones, preschoolers outnumber veteran politicians in government, a certain animated paperclip is enjoying his sunset years at the government's expense, and the past is set in stone. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Migs's national animal is the Cat, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Migs is ranked 306,653^rd in the world and 1,832^nd in the Outback for Most Cultured, scoring zero on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.