"The Malians did WHAT?!?!" screamed President Khan, his face bright red.
"Erm... a group of s-seventeen t-tanks are poised outside O-Old Sarai sir...", stammered Bob, his chief military advisor.
"TANKS?!?! IT'S 1250! 1250!!! WE BUILT THE ORACLE FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!", Khan screeched, his voice shattering no less than 120 windows in the surrounding city of Karakorum.
"I recommend moving the 1st-13th Spearmen battalions out of New Sarai, s-sir."
"Spearmen?!? Versus Tanks?!?! Yeah, right. Who ever heard of a Spearman killing a tank?!?! That's the stupidest idea I've ever heard! Why would anyone think a Spearman could kill a Tank?!?"
"D-do y-y-you h-have a-a-any b-b-b-b-better i-ideas?", whimpered Bob, attempting not to wet himself.
"...Do it. And I want my Science Advisor hung," The Khan sighed. Bob breathed a sigh of relief, and went home to change his pants.
***
"W-we lost lost N-New S-Sarai, s-s-sir," reported Bob three days later, "they suffered one casuaty, and t-that was because a tank d-driver suffocated while he laughing at us."
Khan roared, and yelled, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TALKED ME INTO THAT!"
Bob quietly wet himself again, and whispered, "We should probably take move all our troops into Beshbalik and Karakorum, sir."
"I WASN'T DONE INSULTING YOU YET! YOU IGNORANT, STUPID, HOMOSEXUAL OAF!!!11!one! I'VE SEEN MANLIER PEOPLE AT MY DAUGHTER'S BEAUTY PAGEN-"
"

I quit."
"What?"
"I quit. I don't like you being mean to me. It hurts my feelings," explained Bob. The Khan's manic smile dropped ff his face, and a single tear rolled down his cheek.
"W-What?!? I need you! You complete me!"
"Oh, I could never stay mad at you, Khany."
"I'm not even sure what you did anymore. Cause the deaths of 5,000,000 people or something?"
"Something like that."
The two men embraced in an incredibly manly hug, and sobbed into eachother's sholders.
I can't believe I just wrote that. *Barfs*