Dear Sir Dickalot,
I accept thine offer of peace and pledge to you an acceptance of peace, albeit notwithstanding that yon harlot JenEllen ( and I know of which I speak since she and I are sisters of the blood) shall give up all rights to the yokel known as Cletus, it being well understood that she hath pledged her troth to three blood-hounds, an afghan and a tortoishell cat by the name of "Tiddles".