peace and beer
The poop swordsman was looking at the village from the top of a small hill.
The poop swordsman said, "This village must be a very nice."
Ears of wheat growing in abundance, a bustling bazaar, and above all, soldiers laughing and drinking together.
Elf woman: "What's so nice when the soldiers are slacking off?
A pooped swordsman: "I'd be happier if there was no war."
The poop swordsman shares his philosophy.
Elf woman: "Two enemies at 35 degrees to the right."
The elf sensed the killing intent.
Poop Swordsman "No problem. Let's fight for peace."
The poop swordsman exploded the smell of poop and killed the enemies.
Elf woman: "Looks like we have no more enemies."
Poop Swordsman "Phew! Beer beer beer!"
The poop swordsman goes down to the village.
Elf woman: "Hey, what are you out of your mind!"
Poop Swordsman: "Fight is already over, that's all right..."
Surely, the peace of your city, as casual as it may seem, may be protected by the poop swordsman.
