The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Newark Aristocracy]

My old WA ambassador would come over to Wallenburg's WA delagation in anger,saying"Fuck you and your stupid antifun loving region!" as he would prepare a hidden 2 mil Kolbri pistol to be fired at Wallenburg's WA delagation. (Don't worry,the Kolbri will probably do no harm.)

(On a OOC note:I'm being the irony bringer of 2020 by submitting TEP's current flag and Fedele's current flag into the NS flag bracket II.)

OOC: since you seem to have forgotten or didn't know the ambassador would do absolutely no harm as due to ACME Weapon Nullifiers installed in the Bar. There are no weapons allowed in the bar. The ambassador would look damned silly shooting Wallenberg with a squirt gun. If you want bloodthirsty RP go check out International Incidents. That subforum is filled with bloodthirsty maniacs.

on a another OOC note,The 2mm Koilbri looks like this:

Note the size comparson to a US Quarter. The 2mm round is literly smaller than the shortest human toe.
To put it simply,the 2mm Kolibri pistol is already practicly a squirt gun already,only doing a bit more damage than the average airsoft round.
So your weapon nullifers only make it more of a squirt gun.

[Wallenburg]

My old WA ambassador would come over to Wallenburg's WA delagation in anger,saying"Fuck you and your stupid antifun loving region!" as he would prepare a hidden 2 mil Kolbri pistol to be fired at Wallenburg's WA delagation. (Don't worry,the Kolbri will probably do no harm.)

(On a OOC note:I'm being the irony bringer of 2020 by submitting TEP's current flag and Fedele's current flag into the NS flag bracket II.)

Helen turns around upon hearing a stranger shouting. By the time the Newark ambassador comes into view, their pistol is already aimed at her chest. The weapon's barrel explodes in a flash of light. BAM! The flash subsides, and Helen finds herself being sprayed with a small-reservoir squirt gun. She grimaces at the water spraying her face and shirt. Helen grabs the squirt gun and wrests it from the stranger's hand. "Ah, shit. What the fuck are you doing? You've made a proper fucking mess now. Go play with your toys somewhere else."

She stuffs the squirt gun in a pocket in her skirt. The meal arrives with a napkin, which Helen immediately puts to use drying herself.

[Guaylandia]

(OOC: What exactly is this thread for? Is it just a chat thread for WA nations? Or something more than that?)

[Araraukar]

(OOC: What exactly is this thread for? Is it just a chat thread for WA nations? Or something more than that?)

OOC: You should read the OP. This thread is a location within the WAHQ, it's literally a Bar, and it's meant for GA ambassadors. It is NOT "just a chat thread", it's a freeflowing roleplay. No violence (beyond minor wrestling occasionally, but even then you need the other person's permission first) - leave defenestrations to professionals, until you get the hang of things around here - forum rules apply, and the other ambassadors may get annoyed if you try to bring the drafting thread debates in here.

[Guaylandia]

(OOC: What exactly is this thread for? Is it just a chat thread for WA nations? Or something more than that?)

OOC: You should read the OP. This thread is a location within the WAHQ, it's literally a Bar, and it's meant for GA ambassadors. It is NOT "just a chat thread", it's a freeflowing roleplay. No violence (beyond minor wrestling occasionally, but even then you need the other person's permission first) - leave defenestrations to professionals, until you get the hang of things around here - forum rules apply, and the other ambassadors may get annoyed if you try to bring the drafting thread debates in here.

OOC: I was referring to chat threads as in Ram's Head Saloon (on F7), not as in TET. RHS is also kind of a free flowing roleplay. I did skim the OP but was still confused. I guess if I ever make another attempt to enter, I will have to read it more carefully.

[Separatist Peoples]

Bell grins and slaps Hiei's arm jovially. "Now you're getting this diplomacy thing. Water under the bridge, madam. Water under the bridge."

Hiei was confused, but didnt visually show it. "How can one experience such vicious hate from an ambassador like Anzu and just be ok with it all?"

"Ambassador, all that your predecessor's hate told me was that I was living rent free-" Bell taps the side of his head lightly, "-right here in Anzu's head. He didn't warrant nearly the same kind of attention in response."

My old WA ambassador would come over to Wallenburg's WA delagation in anger,saying"Fuck you and your stupid antifun loving region!" as he would prepare a hidden 2 mil Kolbri pistol to be fired at Wallenburg's WA delagation. (Don't worry,the Kolbri will probably do no harm.)

(On a OOC note:I'm being the irony bringer of 2020 by submitting TEP's current flag and Fedele's current flag into the NS flag bracket II.)

Helen turns around upon hearing a stranger shouting. By the time the Newark ambassador comes into view, their pistol is already aimed at her chest. The weapon's barrel explodes in a flash of light. BAM! The flash subsides, and Helen finds herself being sprayed with a small-reservoir squirt gun. She grimaces at the water spraying her face and shirt. Helen grabs the squirt gun and wrests it from the stranger's hand. "Ah, shit. What the fuck are you doing? You've made a proper fucking mess now. Go play with your toys somewhere else."

She stuffs the squirt gun in a pocket in her skirt. The meal arrives with a napkin, which Helen immediately puts to use drying herself.

"Another attempt to kill or maim the Wallenburg delegation? Everybody drink!"

[The New Sicilian State]

"Another attempt to kill or maim the Wallenburg delegation? Everybody drink!"

"GudGummitasdosdfie" Crawford mutters, pushing himself up from the bar.

"Thank you all for the time, I'll see you all in therapy!" Crawford shouts, waving at noone in particular.

He lumbers over to the stained glass window, shifts his weight, pauses, looks down at the hinges, pushes the window to swing outwards, and smiles.

"I remembered the hinges!"

Crawford jumped out, aiming for, but likely not landing in, the reflective pool.

[Scherzinger]

Hiei was confused, but didnt visually show it. "How can one experience such vicious hate from an ambassador like Anzu and just be ok with it all?"

"Well, your government is offering a personal apology, and you're not whoever this Anzu character is," interjects Trevanyika. "Anyway, I'm happy I could get you two in contact. See you around, Benjamin."

Helen hobbles to the bar proper. "Neville, I think I'm getting old. That defenestration took a lot out of me. Maybe I'll just have something to eat? My usual? Thanks."

She reaches the stool next to the Guaylandian. Taking a seat, she sets the crutch on the next seat over. She eyes the newcomer carefully, then waits for her meal to arrive.

Hiei looks over angrily.

"Silence communist. I've had enough of you"

She then turns back to Bell. "As i was saying. Its just bizaare how easy it seems for you to be forgiving of such things"

[Separatist Peoples]

"Well, your government is offering a personal apology, and you're not whoever this Anzu character is," interjects Trevanyika. "Anyway, I'm happy I could get you two in contact. See you around, Benjamin."

Helen hobbles to the bar proper. "Neville, I think I'm getting old. That defenestration took a lot out of me. Maybe I'll just have something to eat? My usual? Thanks."

She reaches the stool next to the Guaylandian. Taking a seat, she sets the crutch on the next seat over. She eyes the newcomer carefully, then waits for her meal to arrive.

Hiei looks over angrily.

"Silence communist. I've had enough of you"

She then turns back to Bell. "As i was saying. Its just bizaare how easy it seems for you to be forgiving of such things"

"Are you Anzu?"

[Scherzinger]

Hiei looks over angrily.

"Silence communist. I've had enough of you"

She then turns back to Bell. "As i was saying. Its just bizaare how easy it seems for you to be forgiving of such things"

"Are you Anzu?"

Hiei lets emotion come to her face in tye form of confusion.

"No, I am Princess Hiei von Platz. Grand Admiral of the Scherzingerian Navy, serial #5931-09573"

Hiei still had yet to understand human sayings and such.

[Separatist Peoples]

"Are you Anzu?"

Hiei lets emotion come to her face in tye form of confusion.

"No, I am Princess Hiei von Platz. Grand Admiral of the Scherzingerian Navy, serial #5931-09573"

Hiei still had yet to understand human sayings and such.

"Then you have not wronged me."

[False Dichotomy]

Hiei looks over angrily.

"Silence communist. I've had enough of you"

She then turns back to Bell. "As i was saying. Its just bizaare how easy it seems for you to be forgiving of such things"

John raises his head from his glass.

"What have you against the far-left, sir?"

[Newark Aristocracy]

My old WA ambassador would come over to Wallenburg's WA delagation in anger,saying"Fuck you and your stupid antifun loving region!" as he would prepare a hidden 2 mil Kolbri pistol to be fired at Wallenburg's WA delagation. (Don't worry,the Kolbri will probably do no harm.)

(On a OOC note:I'm being the irony bringer of 2020 by submitting TEP's current flag and Fedele's current flag into the NS flag bracket II.)

Helen turns around upon hearing a stranger shouting. By the time the Newark ambassador comes into view, their pistol is already aimed at her chest. The weapon's barrel explodes in a flash of light. BAM! The flash subsides, and Helen finds herself being sprayed with a small-reservoir squirt gun. She grimaces at the water spraying her face and shirt. Helen grabs the squirt gun and wrests it from the stranger's hand. "Ah, shit. What the fuck are you doing? You've made a proper fucking mess now. Go play with your toys somewhere else."

She stuffs the squirt gun in a pocket in her skirt. The meal arrives with a napkin, which Helen immediately puts to use drying herself.

My old WA ambassador would pull out a literal squirt gun in anger,hoping the ACME Weapon Nullifiers' effects would turn it into a real gun as a reversal of the Nullifer's primary effect. He'd fire the squirt gun at Wallenburgs WA delegation,hoping that the water would turn into a bullet as a result of a sort of fault in the ACME Weapon Nullifers possibly not knowing the diffrence between the squirt gun and a gun the Nullifer turned into a squirt gun. (UNO REVERSE CARD!)

[Omigodtheykilledkenny]

"Another attempt to kill or maim the Wallenburg delegation? Everybody drink!"

Jimmy leaned back in his barstool and gave Amb. Bell a quick nod before turning back to his Arrogant Bastard Ale, and complied with a healthy gulp. He glanced toward the Palentine ambassador's usual table to see that the good but unwholesome senator was playing too, although much more tipsily, as he seemed to encounter some difficulty with actually aiming his shot glass at his mouth before finally downing its contents. He then burped with satisfaction and passed out on the table. Jimmy could only chuckle at his colleague...after having to endure four more days of abortion bullshit (with possibly four more days to come!), he didn't blame him for wanting to forget.

But the Kennyite didn't have much time to enjoy himself, however, as he soon became distracted by what was on the TV mounted over the bar:

Anchorwoman: This is a KBC News Special Report. Good evening everyone, I am Chastity Brewer in Paradise City. More troubles arising for President-elect Chiang's already-embattled ambassador-designate to the WA, Erica Dolittle, as Senate Liberals threaten to filibuster the nomination over Dolittle's hardliner neoconservative views and shameless publicity-whoring with her constant appearances on cable news. We now take you live to the floor of the Federal Senate, where the Liberal former chairman of the Foreign Affairs Committee, Ben Hartwick, is currently addressing his colleagues. Let's listen in:

Sen. Hartwick: ...and I consider it a grave insult to this esteemed body that Amb. Dolittle didn't even bother to show up for her own confirmation hearing, opting instead to make what must have been her 10,000th appearance on the 24-7 Shouting Heads Channel. Now Mr. President, I would like to submit for the record the transcript of the ambassador's segment on that network, which some readers may find a little difficult to follow, as much of the dialogue is apparently illegible due to "crosstalk." There are even a few instances where Amb. Dolittle is the only one speaking, yet her words are still obscured by crosstalk -- apparently because she likes to talk so much, she sometimes manages to talk over even herself. But Mr. President, it is the words themselves are the most disturbing part of the transcript, as the ambassador repeatedly mocks and belittles her WA colleagues, even suggesting that, quote: "mere defenestrations may be too good for some of the nitwits currently populating the General Assembly," and proposing that the WA "return to the good old days of tarring and feathering!", adding, "and if anyone still has Bob Flibble's old 17-lb trout handy, that'll do too!" The ambassador goes on, doubling down on her dangerous and extreme views on foreign policy, praising the last two presidents' endless string of interventionist wars and vowing, quote: "as National Security Adviser, I will urge President Chiang to take things even further! Like the State Department's current, namby-pamby stance that we only invade our enemies -- what about invading our friends?!"

[discordant shouting from Liberal senators]

Sen. Hartwick: Unfortunately, Amb. Dolittle wasn't finished, as she also had thoughts on the current direction of the World Assembly, enlightening her viewers thusly: "The current establishment at the GA seems hellbent on transforming what was once a proud international forum into a Supernanny State, or a Nanny Superstate, or whatever you want to call it. I mean, lecturing nations on how exactly they must provide reproductive services and suggesting they vaccinate their citizens by force is ridiculous! She went on: "As ambassador, I will light a fire under their asses and use my bully-pulpit to press for issues that actually matter, like international trade and global security. Sure beats the hell out of bitching about abortion all the damn time!"

[incredulous laughter from the Liberal section]

Sen. Hartwick: Well, Mr. President, I'm sorry if Amb. Dolittle doesn't think a critical issue like protecting a woman's sacrosanct right to choose is sexy enough for the World Assembly!!

[wild cheering and applause]

Sen. Hartwick: At this point, Mr. President, there are just so many marks against this crazy woman that I won't even bother reminding my colleagues about her scandalous relationship with wealthy Arab Prince Mohammed Mohammed Hamid Mohammed, or the tabloid photos memorializing their many sexy, half-naked trysts on his luxury yacht, in his hotel balcony, on the beaches of Tiki Taki, and on the hood of his silver 2021 Lexus LFA Nurburgring, priced at over half a million tree-fiddys! [more angry outbursts from fellow Liberals] I will instead point out, once again for the record, that Amb. Dolittle's extremist hard-right views are way out of the mainstream: out of the mainstream for this Senate, out of the mainstream for the World Assembly, out of the mainstream even for the Chiang administration, out of the mainstream for this great nation. And let's not forget her affair with Prince Mohammed!

[the Liberals' outrage reaches a fever-pitch, with shouts of "Terrorist!", "Traitor!", and "Gold-digger!"]

Liberal Senator #1: And those aren't the only problems with this nomination. Check out these KBI and NSA files on Dolittle's pick for deputy ambassador, this Spence whatever-his-name-is! Fully 95 percent of their contents are redacted! Who the hell is this guy anyway?!

Liberal Senator #2: Just the other day Dolittle said we ought to "liberate" all of the nations currently building border walls to keep the Kennyites out and use that Great Border Space Elevator we're building to shoot their leaders into space! She's insane! What network was that on again? WOLF News?...CNR?

Liberal Senator #3: Cable News Rejects? No, I think it was Pundit Roulette...

Liberal Senator #4: It was the STFU Network. But frankly I find her behavior off-camera to be far more disturbing. DMZ has a video of her angrily berating a flight attendant for giving her a kosher meal because they ran out of halal, telling him, "I really didn't need to fly with this airline. My boyfriend can buy and sell your sorry asses!"

Liberal Senator #3: Not only that, felonsandfinks.com has a video of her throwing her drink in a waiter's face, yelling: "You call this Château LeBlanc '68 'slightly chilled'? I didn't need to come to this restaurant. My boyfriend can buy and sell your ass!"

Liberal Senator #2: Just last week, Amb. Dolittle and I were waiting at the crosswalk on the corner outside, when an elderly woman came up to her and sweetly asked for assistance crossing the street. Dolittle responded, "Get lost, Grandma! My boyfriend cam buy and sell your ass!"

Liberal Senator #5: I saw her trip a nun once.

The President of the Senate: Does Sen. Gomez-Tan seek recognition?

Sen. Gomez-Tan: Yes, Mr. President. I would like to direct your attention to the op-ed I wrote for last week's Town Crier: "Too Many White Guys." In it, I examine President-elect Chiang's choices for her cabinet to date, and rightly condemn their overwhelming and inexcusable whiteness, and demand that they make reparations to the very few passable people of color in the incoming administration, for their having to claw and scratch their way into the same rooms their white colleagues can just waltz into! We already have Attorney General Julian Estrada, white guy; Secretary-designate of Homeworld Security Gen. Cornelius Sherwood Forest, white guy (who has also been accused of past human-rights abuses against our noble indigenous Xtap brothers and sisters); Secretary-designate of Defense Antoin Venn, white guy (and also French!); and Secretary-designate of the Treasury Ileana Casarez-Baca, white girl! I mean, sure, she may be nominally a white Hispanic, but the fact remains, she's a white girl! Just like Amb. Dolittle and that sketchy white boy she's put in charge of our mission's security! This shameful, interminable parade of blatant and unapologetic whiteness must end! I don't give a shit if Amb. Dolittle's boyfriend really can buy and sell our asses, I say we filibuster hers!

[more wild cheers and applause (and even some gunfire)]

President of the Senate: The Senate will be in order. [knocks gavel]

Conservative Senator: Objection, Mr. President. This woman isn't even a senator!

President of the Senate: Really? How did you get past security?

Sen. Gomez-Tan: I'm not the one on trial here! [continues to holler incoherently about whiteness as she is dragged off]

Liberal Senator #4: Who cares if she's not a senator? She's right! President-elect Chiang is a racist! And where does she get off appointing some cheese-eating surrender monkey to be in charge of our nation's defense?! I say we send a clear and unmistakable message to these white supremacist assholes! Let's filibuster this nomination!

[angry cheering and illegible interjections]

Liberal senators, in unison: FILIBUSTER! FILIBUSTER! FILIBUSTER!

President of the Senate: The Senate will be in order. [knocks gavel] Sen. Thorne.

Sen. Thorne: Thank you, Mr. President. In the course of considering this designation, this body has been approaching a divergence in the path we elect to follow in determining how this great nation would represent itself to the world, and it now appears we have arrived, at long last, at the apex. Will we endorse the incoming administration's preferred course, of recommencing their predecessors' destructive means of extracting their contemporaries' cooperation, with espionage, torture, and impossibly vast orbital implements of technological terror? Or do we take the road less traveled by, the one of the tried and true art of diplomacy, employing nuance, subtlety, and depth, to win over our allies with sincere expressions of our values, our unity, and our strength. Now Mr. President--

[groans can be heard across the Liberal section, as one senator after the other (including Thorne) suddenly collapses to the floor, unconscious]

Jimmy could only glare at the screen in disbelief, before finally heaving a sigh and burying his head in his hands. "Oh shit," he muttered.

---

Meanwhile, in the green room, President-elect Chiang and her righthand woman Cdr. Amanda Huggenkiss had been watching the same proceedings, with a decidedly different reaction. They were actually laughing and applauding at the fainting senators.

"I told you before, Captain, you really didn't have to drug all those Liberals just to defeat a filibuster," said Huggenkiss.

Chiang looked over at her, confused. "I didn't. I thought you had."

For a moment to two shared a baffled look, then resumed their laughter.

"Well, it appears John Thorne didn't need our help putting all his colleagues to sleep!" Chiang sang triumphantly.

The laughter subsided.

"You know, Captain, we've been here at the mission for several hours now. Where is the ambassador, anyway?"

Chiang picked up the remote and switched the channel to NSMBC. "Oh. There she is."

[The Palentine]

Meanwhile Philo Simeon returned to the Bar carrying a medium size box with him. He was dressed in what could only be described as early 20th century piano player in a bordello, his ensemb!e consisting of Bowler, white shirt, vest, garter on his arm, and slacks. Walking over to the piano he placed the box on the floor. Removing a feather duster from the box he dusted off the top of the piano. Then he replaced the feather duster and pulled out a bust of Beethovan and placed it on the piano top. Reaching into the box again he pulled out a bust of Scott Joplin and placed it next to Beethovan. Finally he removed a large jar labled TIPS, and placed it at the corner of the piano top. Sitting down, Mr Simeon warmed up with a few scales and finger exercises before playing a soft and pleasent song while singing,

"When the whipoorwill is singing in the forest.
When the little brook is murmering a tune.
When the mockingbird is chirping in the wildwood,
and the lonely wolf is howling at the moon...AROOOOOO!

When the leaves on the old oak tree start a rustling,
and the waterfall makes sounds like a woman's tears.

When the whole world is filled with Mother Nature's noises...
THATS THE TIME TO STUFF COTTON IN YOUR EARS!"

he ended the song by playing "Shave and a haircut, two bits"

Philo laughs for a minute then tells the bar Patrons,
"Sorry, I couldn't resist starting with some fun. I'll be serious now."

Philo then starts playing Scott Joplin's The Easy Winners.

[Newark Aristocracy]

The old WA ambassador of the Newark Aristocracy would hand Wallenburg's WA ambassador a wax dueling pistol and asked:"Do you wanna do a wax pistol duel outside?"

[False Dichotomy]

The old WA ambassador of the Newark Aristocracy would hand Wallenburg's WA ambassador a wax dueling pistol and asked:"Do you wanna do a wax pistol duel outside?"

John, having kept his head down throughout this whole debacle (minus his comments to one of Scherzinger's ambassadors), eyes the Newarkian ambassador sceptically.

"I think that this woman has made it rather clear," he starts, rising from his seat, "that your presence is at best an irritation. Nobody's here to start a fight, sir. Please maintain a sense of cordiality despite your petty hatred of the East Pacific."

[Retired WerePenguins]

In the corner of the Stranger’s Bar a large, old fashioned slots machine, started to appear out of thin air. A red light on the top of the machine seemed to indicate a jackpot had been made but nothing appeared to come out of the machine and the sound seemed more like the machine was breaking down. The light went dark and the machine went silent.

From behind the machine a tall, relatively young, woman with long flowing red hair and dressed in red made an appearance. She stared at the machine for a moment, seemingly in disbelief. She quickly scanned the bar area as if looking for someone. Looking disappointed she moved towards the bar.

“Captain Jo Red Blonde, chairwoman of the Retired WerePenguins World Assembly Readmission Exploratory Committee,” she announced to the bartender. “We were members here once, many years ago, or was it decades; anyway before my time. I suppose we no longer have an account here.”

After a brief moment of silence, she continued. “I suppose not. So, does any fine gentleman want to buy a nice WerePenguin a drink?”

[Newark Aristocracy]

The old WA ambassador of the Newark Aristocracy would hand Wallenburg's WA ambassador a wax dueling pistol and asked:"Do you wanna do a wax pistol duel outside?"

John, having kept his head down throughout this whole debacle (minus his comments to one of Szcherzinger's ambassadors) eyes the Newarkian ambassador sceptically.

"I think that this woman has made it rather clear," he starts, rising from his seat, "that your presence is at best an irritation. Nobody's here to start a fight, sir. Please maintain a sense of cordiality despite your petty hatred of the East Pacific."

"I understand that. I'm just offering her a chance to settle this hatred in a non injurious way by us dueling with wax pistols."

[Imperium Anglorum]

After a brief moment of silence, she continued. “I suppose not. So, does any fine gentleman want to buy a nice WerePenguin a drink?”

EMW: I'm not a fine gentleman, but I'd be willing to get you some whisky, as long as you buy domestic.

[Separatist Peoples]

In the corner of the Stranger’s Bar a large, old fashioned slots machine, started to appear out of thin air. A red light on the top of the machine seemed to indicate a jackpot had been made but nothing appeared to come out of the machine and the sound seemed more like the machine was breaking down. The light went dark and the machine went silent.

From behind the machine a tall, relatively young, woman with long flowing red hair and dressed in red made an appearance. She stared at the machine for a moment, seemingly in disbelief. She quickly scanned the bar area as if looking for someone. Looking disappointed she moved towards the bar.

“Captain Jo Red Blonde, chairwoman of the Retired WerePenguins World Assembly Readmission Exploratory Committee,” she announced to the bartender. “We were members here once, many years ago, or was it decades; anyway before my time. I suppose we no longer have an account here.”

After a brief moment of silence, she continued. “I suppose not. So, does any fine gentleman want to buy a nice WerePenguin a drink?”

Turning from Hiei's bewilderment and pointedly ignoring the man looking to play with toy guns with other adults, he moved to the bar. Looking wistfully at the bodyguard arcade he waves a bartender and orders himself a glass of Olde Jimmy's Fynest and adds "And one of whatever the slot machine lady wants. Put it under Wad Ahume's account."

"Welcome...back?" Bell states, or asks, Jo before tipping his drink back. He turns slightly to watch the Newark man implode.

[False Dichotomy]

"I understand that. I'm just offering her a chance to settle this hatred in a non injurious way by us dueling with wax pistols."

"God, you clearly aren't the brightest tool in the shed. But who am I to stop you?" John sits down. "You've caused enough ruckus here already, sir, but I don't see any particular reason to continue this futile dialogue."

Ordering another pint of beer, he dons his hat and lowers his head once more, humming slightly to a familiar tune.

[Newark Aristocracy]

"I understand that. I'm just offering her a chance to settle this hatred in a non injurious way by us dueling with wax pistols."

"God, you clearly aren't the brightest tool in the shed. But who am I to stop you?" John sits down. "You've caused enough ruckus here already, sir, but I don't see any particular reason to continue this futile dialogue."

Ordering another pint of beer, he dons his hat and lowers his head once more, humming slightly to a familiar tune.

"LETS GO AT IT THEN,SEE WHO FALLS OUT OF THE WA BULIDING FIRST! LET'S BATTLE ON THE BALCONY!"

[False Dichotomy]

"LETS GO AT IT THEN,SEE WHO FALLS OUT OF THE WA BULIDING FIRST! LET'S BATTLE ON THE BALCONY!"

John shrugs, and takes another sip of beer, ignoring the ambassador's ranting. He continues to hum the tune.

[Separatist Peoples]

"God, you clearly aren't the brightest tool in the shed. But who am I to stop you?" John sits down. "You've caused enough ruckus here already, sir, but I don't see any particular reason to continue this futile dialogue."

Ordering another pint of beer, he dons his hat and lowers his head once more, humming slightly to a familiar tune.

"LETS GO AT IT THEN,SEE WHO FALLS OUT OF THE WA BULIDING FIRST! LET'S BATTLE ON THE BALCONY!"

"Come off it, man, nobody here wants to play with you. Order one of your staff to play if you're desperate for company. Otherwise, put down the toys, stop shouting, and have a drink."