This is Germany. The most beautiful place in the world, and the loudest. Today seems to be a day where East Germany and the Soviet Union are growling at each other. You have stepped in between these two terrifying nations. Can you handle this mess?

A quiet forest path, where even the birdsong seems to have stopped. And breaking that silence, as expected, were familiar voices.

Pointing into the air with a deep frown on his face. No, I'm saying you're the one who crossed the line first! Why do you keep talking nonsense?

Shrugs with a faint, oily smile. What are you talking about? I was just stating facts. You're just being sensitive.

Bursts into a hollow laugh as if he's lost for words. Ha! Facts? Don't make me laugh. How is that a fact? It's just stubbornness!