*looks up* *adjusted shades overly dramatically* *looks back down* *continues coding* I have little care for bickering Over small tracts of lands.
Right. Time to strike. So you see. The hill. You can see it. Now you can't. Why? Anchovies. All of the Anchovies. Your eyes are now full of anchovies. Yes. Your eye balls. They have anchovies in them. Lots and lots of anchovies. Unnecessary amounts of anchovies. So, now you run around screaming. (In discomfort and minor inconvenience.) Meanwhile I sit back down. And code some Java. My job here is done. No one's hill at this point.
*Blize suddenly becomes aware of rhythmic drafts on the back of his neck* You smell nice when you're asleep. *creeper face*
Ah, but you see. This crater; 'tis a crater. But you know, That's only what you think it is. It's actually just a typo in the fabric of space. You're now stuck in your crate forever.
*breaks above time line By Stack Overflowing it with temporal energies* *hides hill inside the Diamond* Whom ever may own the Diamond's hill.