Throw out the rules, the rules indicate that it's fine to throw out the rules. This document is dead as a fallen tree, like bones left from the prehistoric people, like backward hillbilly music. Stand and point, shake with anger. Third rate is right, the second raters all agree. And now, the first raters will make the final call.
Lawyers and motions everywhere, pocket books and money clips. Swag, like never seen. The puppets must meet in the smokeless backrooms, only viper vapor allowed. Big short boss gets on the line and starts hissing, pissing, and dissing. Looking like the guy in Mall Cop, drowning sorrows in a bowl of alfredo sauce.
Listen Turkey, pull up your sanity and go for peace. Take out the troublemakers one by one. Too many cameras and robotic weapons to consider actual war in the modern world. War that's relentless, war that's extreme, war that's inhumane, war that's gruesome, war that's soulless, war that's savage. The only way wars are won.