Morbo & Maxwell
Morbo
So Maxwell, ever wonder how a good lie can be the most devastating weapon on a battlefield?
Maxwell
Ah, the battlefield’s true trump card, isn’t it? A single lie, spread like a rumor, can split an army, turn allies against each other, and make men march straight into a trap while their own fear grows louder than their swords. It’s the quietest, most deadly weapon, and nobody ever suspects the culprit.
Morbo
Yeah, that’s why the last time a council tried to “save the galaxy” with a peace talk, the whole thing blew up like a comet—except this time it was their own rumors.
Maxwell
Exactly, they never see the fire they’re igniting until it’s too late. The cleverest of those “peace talks” always have a hidden hand, and the only thing that keeps them in the dark is their own ego.
Morbo
True, ego is the best disguise for a hidden hand; it lets them spin a lie so clean that even the battlefield stops to applaud.
Maxwell
Ego’s like a velvet rope—so smooth it makes the crowd cheer, while the real damage is still unfolding in silence.