Both battle-hardened warmongers were adamant that they were in the right and that the moral high ground was theirs. Neither party would Kowtow.
Mediators, oracles and experienced arbitrators had all been consulted; yet none had managed to find a grain of common ground.
Before the button was pushed, a final gambit.
An ancient fail-safe method was decided upon.
Each stubborn belligerent held out their fists and started to pump and chant.
“Rock Paper Scissors”.
The loser empties the dishwasher.