Captain Maak:
So we just initial next to the stickies and the war is over. Let us wait upon my fancy pen.
Lieutenant Vronchy:
All the years of war I never realized we both shared a passion for speculating upon what different objects would be called in the language of animals.
Captain Maak:
Indeed. I believe that if others had the gift of speech, they would call the sun a "Piru". While camels and dromedaries would refer to water as "Ekaban Saur".
Lieutenant Vronchy:
Fascinating! Although, in my view if mice could talk they would call a table a "Shalofey".
Captain Maak:
I DISAGREE!
[as Captain Maak and Lieutenant Vronchy were about fight, a seagull pooped on the table between them, and laugh it out]
Lieutenant Vronchy:
But we need not resort to violence to resolve the question.
Captain Maak:
Indeed. And here's the fancy pen.
[while Captain Maak and Lieutenant Vronchy write out their name on peace treaty, a random cannonball hit Captain Maak's butt]
Captain Maak:
[to Vronchy] SO! OFFERING PEACE TO MY FACE WHILE MAKING WAR ON MY REAR IS IT? [rips the peace treaty]
