Shireroth

I pledge the firing of this dangerous old gun to the Gods in the hope that they will provide a solution to this constitutional impasse where the parties are reconcilled and that any necessary bloodshed is undertaken with good humour.

*shell lands on the Erianamor lunatic asylum and sets legions of psychotics loose upon the community*

Truly the end times have come.

Yes, now about those chaps. When you have finished rounding them all up again I have a few vacancies in MoMA specialist research establishments that need to be filled by ...err... willing volunteers. I might be able to take a few of your moon struck folk off your hands.

As I now 'recruit' from the whole of Brookshire for my wonderful mental establishments, I am sure I can spare a few inmates for the doubtlessly productive pursuits that occur within your fine Ministry. Just don't send them back, that's all (diphosgene agent tends to leave an unpleasant smell hanging around).

And now, to further the cause of peace, a tank of propane I've been wanting to get out of my shed for years:

In a cry to the heavens for some sort of explanation for the dead Kaiser's actions, a battery of Deadbolt 210mm Artillery has fired two barrages of 10.

The gods spoke once. Now it is for mortal man to decide.