"I will not have that jumped up, no good, lying bastard saying those things."
"Yes sire, but he is your brother."
"I don't care."
The King of Cray was fuming. It was too much. The treaty they had reached last year had finally broken down. It could mean only one thing: War. (It is a well-known fact that Crustation Island is the butt of all jokes. By some weird twist of fate, the gods in all their wisdom and the love of a good joke had divided the island in half. On one half they put the spawning grounds for Crayfish and on the other the spawning ground for Lobster. They were both very wealthy Kingdoms, as everyone likes the very pricey delicacies, but which is better?)
"We had an agreement." the King of Cray continued.
They would divide up the mainland and only promote their products in the designated areas. They had divided before the great gold strike in Mineston. Now with the flush miners they were selling thousands of Crayfish in that town. King Lob had decided that he wanted a piece of this lucrative deal and had started shipping lobsters inland. Word had reached King Cray and he wasn't happy. Never one to stick to an agreement himself, he still felt that it was wrong when other people broke his agreements.
"If he's not careful, we will end up with a worthless product. Can you imagine people haggling over the price of a beautiful crayfish, in the streets, like they were common fish? It makes me sick to the stomach. Quick James call my Master at Arms, I must prepare." There was only one thing the people of Cray enjoyed more than a well-cooked Crayfish smothered in garlic butter, and that was war. The same could be said for the people of Lob. In fact if there wasn't a war at least once a year the men folk had a tendency to wonder off and join the foreign legion. So to war they went.