On screens the world over, or at least wherever international reporters found the events surrounding Muterra and its contrived political system funny or attention-grabbing enough to still be talking about, the Terrorism excerpt of the public addresses by both Leaders of Muterra's warring "Political Parties" in a rare side-by-side seating arrangement, was the talk of the news. At least for the 5 minutes it took to play the clip, that is.
The Lady and The Don stood up to their podiums as the speech-slider changed. The corpulent and bizarrely burly Lady Broadside of the Devarts began her diatribe first, "These monsters, these criminals! They have no bounds! They have no reasoning skills! They claim to be righteous anarchists, but they're really just a power-hungry regime with a fetish for massacring civilians!... Much like some other parties in the capital..."
Don Baldasare Toadlerone, the powerful-looking but aging fellow with the perpetually bandaged nose, snuffed out the remains of a stank-heavy cigar and drawled in his signature gravel, "Look, dese Icy Black Sun guys, I don' like 'em, you don' like 'em, they're a buncha #$%@pin' %^&moles, an' we'd sure love ta give 'em a hot piece of our mind, if yer undastandin' the meanin' of what I am sayin'."
He lit another cigar, and puffed heavily in the general direction of the woman, who dwarfed even him, "Unlike some otha parties in d'capital, we can't jus' run aroun' declarin' war on everythin' that @*(fes us off. So what I'm sayin', and what we've both decided to go with hea, is that we ain't gonna interfere wid dem, until dey get involved on our toif."
The Don then rubbed his thumb and fingers together, as if leafing through banknotes, "Or until a new friend provides us wid a gen'rous gift to provide 'em with assistance, if ya comprehend the thought process behind the euphemism there."