Once upon a time there was a planet. It was called Planet. On it were little creatures which spent most of the day shouting at each other.

One day, an army of other creatures from a world called World, which spent most of its time shouting at itself (not the World, the creatures), invaded.

So an army of each kind of creature was soon facing each other over a ploughed field, the attackers with swords of a kind, and the defenders with laser-guns. "Attack." "Defend." These polite orders came rolling through the sky.

Then, thinking better of it, the generals of each army added, in unison, "Please." Then they attacked and defended.

That was all there was to it. Planet Planet was destroyed. All the attackers had left. Most of their men were down dead. So they went home to World, and lived happily ever after.

The End

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