The Fresh food people of Woolies is a massive, efficient nation, ruled by Dodgy cashier with an even hand, and renowned for its smutty television, infamous sell-swords, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 3.226 billion Wooliesians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The relatively small, corrupt, pro-business government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Woolies roast chicken central. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 9.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Wooliesian economy, worth 775 trillion Mud cakes a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, and Tourism. Black market activity is notable. Average income is an amazing 240,444 Mud cakes, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,084,431 per year while the poor average 32,830, a ratio of 33.0 to 1.

Wait staff claim to like it when odorous customers flirt with them, the government thinks Wooliesians can achieve social cohesion by drinking soda together, radio shows frequently feature people denouncing religion, and rumor has it that Dodgy cashier has won three lotteries in a row. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Woolies's national animal is the Aisle 12 cleanup, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is ANZAC biccies.

Woolies is ranked 28,047^th in the world and 656^th in the Rejected Realms for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 7,238.25 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.