"Sorry, Mr. President!"
the Warlock answered, "I can't answer your question!
It's a military secret!
We might want to use it some time in the future!
But let's just say your communications aren't as secure as you think they are!"
A very attractive woman came through the door dressed in a slinky evening gown.
"My husband," she remarked, "these SOLDIERS have interrupted my dinner party and frightened my guests!
Would you please tell them to depart?"
The President smiled.
"Sorry, my dear! I can't.
They are in charge of things for the present!
But your guests have nothing to fear.
Warlock, I was going to celebrate my people regaining their property with a banquet!
It seems a shame to have it go to waste!
Will you and your young companion not join us?"
"You may join the banquet, Mr. President," the Warlock answered.
"I think we'll stick with field rations right now."
"Oh, dear!"
The President remarked.
"The hippopotamus is delicious!
They're raised on my own farm in their own private ponds, fed on wheat and barley.
Corn gives them a very strange taste!
I guarantee you it's not poisoned!
We weren't expecting you!"
"Hippopotamus?" the young fighting person muttered, "Hippopotamus?"
"See?"
The President remarked, "The young lady would like to try some delicacies.
Let her dine with us, Warlock!
You can stand guard with your nasty weapon while the young lady tells us something about herself."
The Warlock stared at The President for several moments, then grinned.
"Oh, what to hell!" he remarked.
"Go ahead, Rosie!
Try some hippopotamus!"
As the evening wore on all of the Republics' fighting people tried some hippopotamus.
Though they never let their guard down they
became quite cordial with their prisoners.
After all, what was the sense of them being otherwise?
Warlock Young received the word of the mission's success happily.
The resistance instantly died.
They slowed their pace.
Each unit now had plenty of time to reach their objectives.
The troops already there had everything in control!
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