The Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz of Petit Mustique is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by The Wind with an even hand, and notable for its infamous sell-swords, daily referendums, and sprawling nuclear power plants. The hard-nosed, humorless, devout population of 30.521 billion Petit Mustiqueans are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The relatively small, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Swarm. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 30.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Petit Mustiquean economy, worth a remarkable 6,866 trillion Bloods a year, is broadly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Information Technology, Woodchip Exports, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Retail. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 224,982 Bloods, with the richest citizens earning 6.4 times as much as the poorest.

Knitters are arrested for carrying needles in their bags, binoculars sales are at an all-time high, scientific journals publish third-graders' school essays, and the roundel of the Petit Mustiquean Air Force has become an internationally recognized symbol of destruction. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, despite the fact that it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many laws. Petit Mustique's national animal is the Human, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Petit Mustique is ranked 282,642^nd in the world and 10,727^th in Lazarus for Highest Food Quality, scoring 5.6 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.