[ WP ] Two leaders of nations at war meet up . Describe their meeting .

The quagmire of the battlefield sucked at the legs of the table, placed at the centre of no-mans land. The only people on the field were the medics, collecting the dead and the dying. 
 Them and the leaders. They approached alone, those were the terms of the truce. Their soldiers looked at them warily in the distance, and no doubt snipers had their sights trained on them should there be any sign of them violating the truce. 
 
 They sat down at the table, their chairs sinking slightly into the mud. There was a moment of silence as they surveyed the army at their opponents back, wondering who should speak first. They were both uncomfortable, neither wanting to meet the others gaze. Eventually they both mustered up the courage. 
 
 By sheer accident, they both spoke out in unison. 
 
 `` We accept your terms of surrender''. 
 
 A moment of confusion followed. 
 
 `` Wait, how can you be surrendering?'' said one of them `` We did n't send you any terms'' 
 
 `` I'm afraid you are mistaken, I have them right here'' Said the other, pulling out a document. His opposite number pulled out a document of his own. 
 
 `` These were the terms you sent us'' 
 
 `` But we did n't send you any of terms either'' 
 
 `` You are lying. These were given to me by my most trusted messenger'' 
 
 `` I posit that it is you who is lying. These were given to me by *my* most trusted messenger'' 
 
 There was a pause 
 
 `` So did you want to surrender or not?'' 
 
 `` We ran out of ammunition four days ago, so I should. But not if you're already surrendering'' 
 
 `` Well, we still have dead rats to throw at you, so we almost certainly wo n't be surrendering now we know of your weakness'' 
 
 `` Well we have live rats, but they hardly count as ammunition. I call them recruits'' 
 
 `` So you think you outnumber us?, Our dead rats will blot out the SUN!'' 
 
 `` Very well, war it is then!'' 
 
 At this point, the leader hit the other in the face, and the snipers on both sides witnessed the breaking of the truce, and promptly threw their empty rifles at them. 
 
 And so started the second great bubonic plague. 
 
 
 

