...that people on both sides of the fence are looking at the (undoubtably large) legal bills run up in the no-score draw catfight and asking the pertinent question. To whit: "WTF was the point of all that?"

As far as I can make out, this was a fairly bog-standard negotiation over a license agreement renewal, spoiled by some lawyers spotting an opportunity to trouser hefty amounts of wonga in there.

...I wish I had their ability to sniff a wad of cash from nothing. At least the tag line made me laugh.

Another classic sub-head from the multiculturally literate sub-editor(s)

"A fairly insignificant little planet, my lord."

"What's it called?"

"It's inhabitants call it... Earth."

Now all we need is choirs of falsettos amidst crashes of tube-amped guitars in a sea of orchestral strings and drums.

Spot. On.