[ FUCK you Charioce try eating when he's slamming down on the table and the whole thing lurches up on your side by at least half an inch. Probably at least his glass will tip right the fuck over, hope whatever you were drinking doesn't STAIN. ]

You know what I'm talking about! This charade, this... play house. "Peace between nations"? As if such a flaccid arrangement could erase the wounds and the grievances of my people! And you... just what do you gain from such an arrangement? [ ignoring the fact that we just smashed them together for no other reason than we can, ]

What are you trying to accomplish? Charioce XVII.