Oni entered the room as King Kot’s translator.
King Poonsa sat in one of the thrones, sneering, fangs exposed.
Oni felt sick. Millions would die, all because these two leaders couldn’t get along.
There was nothing Oni could do. Or was there?
“You smell like Gogi shit,” hissed Poonsa as Kot sat.
Oni peered over at Poonsa’s steely-eyed translator. “I stepped in Gogi shit,” mis-translated Oni.
King Kot laughed.
King Poonsa’s translator smiled.
With a nod, the translators “translated” the leaders into peace and friendship.
