"But, please, for the sake of citizens not involved in this war and Bahtroum, negotiate peace between your army and the Soaps!" Andrew, the head negotiater of the Toiler Papeors, who are neutral in the war between Soaps and Toothpastes, pleaded once again to the Lord, or Mistress, of the Toothpastes.
     "I refuse to have to negotiate peace with that annoying Macaroni! I've said it once, I've said it twice, do you wish for my mouth to repeat again?!" Mistress Fresh projected to the semi-fearful Andrew.
     "But, please for the sake of..."
     "For the sake of who? If you are going to spit such tedious things at me every day during the war, I will put a warning to not let you in, foolish Papeor! Go back to the vast and void lands of Toiler!" the Mistress shooed.
     Mistress Fresh quickly did two handsigns, probably meaning to take Andrew, who actually dropped to his knees to plead once again, away and out from the castle. Two soldiers entered the room with armor and spears and approached the Papeor. They took him by his arms and began dragging him away in humility of the others in the room to witness it. Although the situation Andrew is in may be embarassing for him, he was used to it.
     It has happened to him so often when he tried negotiating ever since the war started. "The Bathe Wars", as the Soaps called it, was a war they declared on the Toothpastes after they had enough of their aroma in the air beating their own aroma. The Toiler Papeors remain neutral, trying to find a way to end all of this nonsense, according to them, before something serious happens. Although living in a vast yet void land, Toiler Papeors care much for Bahtroum.
     The two Toothpastes soldiers finally let Andrew free and walked back to their posts in a mindless zombie manner. Andrew, who was on the ground on his knees and hands, sighed once again at another futile attempt to persuade the Mistress of the Toothpastes to state peace with the Soaps. He finally stood up on two feet and started walking back to the base.
     One battle has already happened so far in the war, and with that one battle, it already put most uninvolved citizens in fear. What would happen to their homes? Would the children and parents be seperated? Will each side resort to kidnapping an important person and holding them hostage in exchange of the opposing side giving up?
     Every person who knew of this war had thoughts of others or thoughts of theirs, the only way to tell was by time. They just have to wait.
     Andrew finally reached the base after tedious hours of walking from the Toothpastes' base to his own side's base, smelling in the aroma of sweet home. He was brown with dirt, either from dirt storms when he was in the borders of Toiler, or he was kicking the ground too hard and dirt flew everywhere around him everytime he kicked the ground to move on the next foot. "Andrew, how was the meeting with Mistress Armarie?" Gena asked as he approached the building as she was writing on a piece of blank paper.
     "It... it did not go so well, it was just another futile attempt." Andrew answered with a frown, sighing once again.
     Gena, although still busy writing on the paper, frowned. She reached for another piece of blank paper when the ink bottle dropped on its side and leaked onto her legs. This was not good.
     "OH MY GOD!" Andrew screamed out.
     "I can't feel my right leg!" Gena exclaimed in fear, looking at her right leg, which was mostly black from the black ink.
     Andrew did not take his time to examine it, and hurried off to get the medics. Soon, they arrived and examined Gena's leg, there was bad news. "Gena, you can't use that leg anymore, the ink was too strong... I'm sorry, but," the doctor paused, "we have to cut your leg off once again and replace it with another one."
     "WHAT!? You can't! I'm sure I'll feel it.. once it dries... Please, not again!" Gena reacted, twitching a little, placing her hand near her mouth.
     "I'm sorry, but you're leg won't be useable by then... The ink was just too strong and it poured great amounts on your leg..." the doctor stated, frowning more.
     There was a long silence, but, the silence was broken by a messanger. It was Seven, "The Soaps... have replied to our message." Seven announced as he ignored the medics and Gena's situation and saw that Lady Geera has entered the room.