The wild asses sponsored by the governing types were getting right royal treatment in Geneva. There were Mercs at their disposal and dinners hosted by the ambassadorial types. On top of looking after food, lodging and travelling, they were also given a sizable stipend. But the likes of Ko-ho-na were distancing themselves from the lot, knowing well that the stink would stick long after Geneva was over.

At the peace parley, there is a master of ceremonies, well at least in the government side. When Ko-ho-na, the chief at peace secretariat said he was to give an interview, who should butt in, but Sour-jin.

 An angry Sour-jin was to tell the diplo mutt that he cannot speak to the media without his say so. And the poor diplo mutt could only mumble his apologies.To think what levels people stoop to keep their job. Shame Shame

Nada, the head of the striped cops was in a jolly mood. When he saw the extinguished Sun, the former head of the cops on the governing side he quipped – "Ahh he is no more the chief, but I am, may be I could offer him a job."

Nada could not help but take a hack at the Red brethren as well. Looking at Goo-min and H L the two who made the Red mission to demerge a success he joked with the Tigers, "now that they have helped demerge the north and east, may be they can take up a new cause, demerge the greens and the blues." Hmm...

Ke-he-leeya is a tough bloke, and was not taking any nonsense from the striped tribe last week. When asked if the naughty Tigers would be shopping around this time as well, he said that there would be no such hank-panky, the governing types had taken all the necessary steps. "They would not be allowed to go shopping," he said.But on Friday thats just what the Tigers were doing in Geneva.Oh well.