Ceasefire on a Burning Pipeline

In an opulent peace chamber, two rival generals in spotless dress uniforms sit across from each other at a gleaming negotiation table, smiling stiffly as they sign a ceasefire. The tabletop is revealed to be a giant cross-section of an oil pipeline corridor map, but the 'map' is actually the real pipeline running under the room: split seams glow red, flames burst up through cracks in the polished floor, and smoke snakes around the treaty papers and fountain pens. An aide holds a silver tray of ink while ignoring the heat. Through tall windows behind them, civilians run past refinery towers silhouetted against an orange inferno. The visual joke is that the leaders are calmly dividing and pacifying territory that is literally already on fire beneath their elbows.