flames-of-amber replied to your post: That was a mastery of Seizing The Opportunity….
Reminds me of Bizzaro from the Superman comics. He spoke backwards like that. If he said he hated you and never wanted to see you again, it meant he loved you and wanted to be with you forever, etc.
Such a thing was what made me realize communications was being warped. At the time I was in full black, fully feathered, because I fully expected shit to go down. The leader of the troupe talked shit about my appearance from head to toe, and ended the tirade with “and your most brilliant of whites, that outshines the sun!”.
Wait.
But I’m in…
Either he’s being sarcastic as fuck… or…
“I think we’re being manipulated. Or at least what I’m hearing is. Would you mind answering three very simple questions in full honesty?”
“Why would I bother to give you shit for an answer?” But this time, he also answered with exaggerated body posturing. His voice said to fuck off. But his gestures were accommodating.
I called a fireball between my hands. “Is this hot, or cold?”
“It’s freezing! Are you blind?”
I sat down on the ground. “Am I lower than you, or higher?”
“Any further above me and you will be in the clouds!”
I held my hands out in a gesture of openness. “Are we at peace or are we at war?”
“There can be no mistake! We are at war, and the greatest of battles will open on your head!”
I repeated the answers I heard. He shook his head in surprise and wonder. “Whoever led you here is trying to instigate conflict between us. I don’t know how to break the deception I am hearing. But I do know how to work around it. Since you are hearing me plain, and I know now that you mean the opposite of what I’m hearing, we can converse. But I reserve the right to burst out in laughter at the ridiculousness of what I hear.”
“This is a horrible idea! It’s stupid, and you are a meany poo-poo head!”
There went peal of laughter #1.
Also, this has got to be the strangest of treaties, where the leader pronounced that I was a horrible villain, untrustworthy, useable only for wiping one’s pus-dripping ass with, and that it would be his solemn vow to ensure that I am tormented by him and his for as long as war is kept between us.
That, my friends, is one helluva treaty.