Once upon a time an argument happened between a
#‎Palestinian‬ and an #‎Israeli‬:

I: I'm going to take your house.
P: What? No.
I: I used to live here.
P: When?
I: 2000 years ago.
P: Oh wow. You did?
I: Well kind of. It wasn't really me but my parents.
P: Oh. Do you want some tea?
I: I kind of want to move in.
P: Um, I kind of live here. We have a spare room.
I: Really? I could rent it.
P: Ok. I guess your parents lived here.
I: They may have been my parents. I'm not sure.
P: Oh. I don't get it.
I: It was a long time ago.
P: Ok, well welcome.
I: Could I also rent your bedroom?
P: Not really.
I: I'll pay you.
P: No.
I: I'm going to take it.
P: No.
I: I have a gun.
P: Woah, you do have a gun.
I: I'm going to shoot you.
P: What the heck - I'm going to get out of the house as
this is crazy.
I: I'm now in your bedroom. This is my house now.
P: I'm coming back in.
I: I changed the locks.
P: I have a deed to the house.
I: You can sleep in the basement.
P: That's crazy. The court says its my house.
I: Who cares? By the way, I need to use part of the
basement for storage.
P: Wait, stop leaving your stuff all over the basement.
I: Why?
P: I barely have any space here!
I: Stop complaining.
P: Ok whatever, just take the house, leave me the
basement.
I: Sure, you can have half the basement.
P: That's not fair.
I: I told you to stop complaining. I'm going to punch
you in the face.
P: That hurt! Stop.
I: No.
P: I'm going to punch you back.
I: Ok, I'm getting my gun.
P: What?
I: Stop complaining.
P: What the heck - you just shot me!
I: Stop complaining.
P: I can do more than complain.
I: Why'd you just throw a book at my face?
P: You shot me. I just threw whatever's around.
I: Stop complaining.
P: What the heck - you just shot me again!
I: Man you never stop complaining.
P: I shouldn't complain? I didn't even know who you were. You claimed that maybe your parents might have lived here once. I rented you a room but then you took my bedroom. Then you seized my house, leaving me in the basement. Then you kept using up more of the basement. When I objected you punched me in the face. Then when I tried to fight back you shot me, and then you shot me again when I tried to defend myself. What do you want from me?
I: I just want to live in peace