Dialog comparison

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SNORT! I am furious and ready to KILL! Throughout this entire game, I've done nothing but bluster and threaten! I've had no opportunity to show my true skills as an actor, my depth and range. No one knows my sensitivity... my gentle inner being. SNORT! What if from now on I'm type-cast as a heavy?! WHIMPER! Now Spielberg may NEVER call me!
Hmm... on the surface this seems like a good idea but I fear it is a concept whose time has passed. Instead we shall amuse ourselves with your destruction.
So, what's this? SNORT! An unknown alien species? How wonderful! Someone new to fight! We, the Thraddash of Culture Nineteen -- famous Ur-Quan Combat Thralls know well the value of a good fight. Either you win and prove your superiority... SNORT! Or you lose and are vanquished. If the vanquished is lucky, it may survive to learn an important lesson from its defeat. This is the way of the Thraddash! We fight and learn and improve! All other cultural schemes are inferior. This is a proven fact. What have you to say before we begin combat?	So, what's this? SNORT! An unknown alien species? How wonderful! Someone new to fight! We, the Thraddash of Culture Nineteen -- famous Ur-Quan Combat Thralls know well the value of a good fight. Either you win and prove your superiority... SNORT! Or you lose and are vanquished. If the vanquished is lucky, it may survive to learn an important lesson from its defeat. This is the way of the Thraddash! We fight and learn and improve! All other cultural schemes are inferior. This is a proven fact. What have you to say before we begin combat?
SNORT! What a laugh! You are the least battle-worthy creature I've ever seen commanding a starship. We are the Ur-Quan fighting slaves of Culture Nineteen. Please don't run away. We wish to be your species' new role-models! Unfortunately, to do this, we may need to blast you into your component atoms.	SNORT! What a laugh! You are the least battle-worthy creature I've ever seen commanding a starship. We are the Ur-Quan fighting slaves of Culture Nineteen. Please don't run away. We wish to be your species' new role-models! Unfortunately, to do this, we may need to blast you into your component atoms.
Attention weak, ugly humans aboard that wallowing garbage scow of a ship, SNORT! Unless you are even more inferior than we believe, and that's hard to imagine you already know who we are -- the Thraddash of Culture Nineteen We are the original Ur-Quan fighting slaves, the cream of their elite forces your instructors in the harsh realities of life. SNORT! It is time for your next lesson.	Attention weak, ugly humans aboard that wallowing garbage scow of a ship, SNORT! Unless you are even more inferior that we believe and that's hard to imagine you already know who we are -- the Thraddash of Culture Nineteen We are the original Ur-Quan fighting slaves, the cream of their elite forces your instructors in the harsh realities of life. SNORT! It is time for your next lesson.
Inferior Aliens. You have once again intruded upon the territory of the Thraddash. This is a patrolled region of space. Your presence here is considered an act of War! How wonderful!	Inferior Aliens. You have once again intruded upon the territory of the Thraddash. This is a patrolled region of space. Your presence here is considered an act of War! How wonderful!
HA! View the stupid, weak alien who has appeared here at our homeworld! What do you desire, creature? Our Friendship? Our submission?! HARG! HARG! HARG! Foolish, dumb weakling! We, the Nineteenth Culture of the Thraddash Empire have an enormous fleet of ships here, with which to instruct you! We will gladly attack you -- in fact, it is a requirement that we do so since we are Ur-Quan slaves, and you are obviously an independent. But know this! SNORT! Pay close heed! While it is true we keep count of the number of our ships you destroy we consider attacking our homeworld SO irrevocably stupid that any victories you may score here through a sheer stroke of luck WILL NOT be added to your personal victory tally! Now what do you wish of us before we attack?	HA! View the stupid weak alien who has appeared here at our homeworld! What do you desire, creature? Our Friendship? Our submission?! HARG! HARG! HARG! Foolish, dumb weakling! We, the Nineteenth Culture of the Thraddash Empire have an enormous fleet of ships here, with which to instruct you! We will gladly attack you -- in fact, it is a requirement that we do so since we are Ur-Quan slaves, and you are obviously an independent. But know this! SNORT! Pay close heed! While it is true we keep count of the number of our ships you destroy we consider attacking our homeworld SO irrevocably stupid that any victories you may score here through a sheer stroke of luck WILL NOT be added to your personal victory tally! Now what do you wish of us before we attack?
Attention, cowardly alien human thing! You escaped our instructional session, SNORT! But this time things are different. We, the Ur-Quan slaves of Culture Nineteen, have engaged in a long-term build-up of weapons, assuring us that we shall prevail! If you wish merely to count coup, seek our ships in space. Now do you wish to speak, or shall we simply start blasting?	Attention cowardly alien human thing! You escaped our instructional session, SNORT! But this time things are different. We, the Ur-Quan slaves of Culture Nineteen, have engaged in a long-term build-up of weapons, assuring us that we shall prevail! If you wish merely to count coup, seek our ships in space. Now do you wish to speak, or shall we simply start blasting?
I am Korgk, battle-slave foreman of Culture Nineteen. You may be interested to know that our model ZK-53 computer has determined that you have only a fleeting 1.6% chance of surviving a battle with our homeworld guardian fleet. Shall we test this assertion?	I am Korgk, battle-slave foreman of Culture Nineteen. You may be interested to know that our model ZK-53 computer has determined that you have only a fleeting 1.6% chance of surviving a battle with our homeworld guardian fleet. Shall we test this assertion?
Foolish Aliens! Shall you never learn the futility of trying to conquer our homeworld through direct attack? It is impossible! SNORT! We Thraddash will toast your tootsies. Your charred bodies will be fertilizer for our fodderland. A great fight, resulting in a glorious Thraddash victory, awaits you here!	Foolish Aliens! Shall you never learn the futility of trying to conquer our homeworld through direct attack? It is impossible! SNORT! We Thraddash will toast your tootsies. Your charred bodies will be fertilizer for our fodderland. A great fight, resulting in a glorious Thraddash victory, awaits you here!
Thraddash: we sense a bit of hostility here. Why?	Thraddash of Culture Nineteen: we sense a bit of hostility here. Why?
Tell us more of your brutal history.	What has made you this way? Why are you so brutal?
Hostility! HARG! HARG! HARG! We are not `hostile'. Hostility is unwarranted aggression! SNORT! If you want to know about hostility, let us tell you about Culture Twelve! Culture Twelve was SO hostile that while they were on their way to their first great battle Jugkah, the battlemaster, stepped on Gnusko the tactician's foot, causing him great pain. The annoyed Gnusko turned on his battlemaster, Jugkah, and sliced his body in half! This miffed Jugkah's troops who took it upon themslves to murder Gnusko and his elite troops. The REAL trouble started when now-dead Jugkah's master sergeants Muuhd and Pudt started arguing about how to kill Gnusko -- simple crucifixion, or the slower `Lead Tatoo' technique. The argument was resolved when Muuhd and his five hundred troops were slaughtered by Pudt and his gang. Well, this probably all would have gone down in history as a great day of learning for Culture Twelve were it not for the surprise arrival of Culture Twelve's original enemy, the Yajag and his cronies who wiped out Culture Twelve's army, thus beginning the long and glorious Culture Thirteen. SNORT! Now THAT'S hostility! We, on the other hand, merely want to kill you.	Hostility! HARG! HARG! HARG! We are not `hostile'. Hostility is unwarranted aggression! SNORT! If you want to know about hostility, let us tell you about Culture Twelve! Culture Twelve was SO hostile that while they were on their way to their first great battle Jugkah, the battlemaster, stepped on Gnusko the tactician's foot, causing him great pain. The annoyed Gnusko turned on his battlemaster, Jugkah, and sliced his body in half! This miffed Jugkah's troops who took it upon themslves to murder Gnusko and his elite troops. The REAL trouble started when now-dead Jugkah's master sergeants Muuhd and Pudt started arguing about how to kill Gnusko -- simple crucifixion, or the slower `Lead Tatoo' technique. The argument was resolved when Muuhd and his five hundred troops were slaughtered by Pudt and his gang. Well, this probably all would have gone down in history as a great day of learning for Culture Twelve were it not for the surprise arrival of Culture Twelve's original enemy, the Yajag and his cronies who wiped out Culture Twelve's army, thus beginning the long and glorious Culture Thirteen. SNORT! Now THAT'S hostility! We, on the other hand, merely want to kill you.
Brutal!? You don't know the MEANING of brutal until you've heard the story of Culture Three! How brutal WAS Culture Three you ask? Culture Three was SO brutal that they maimed, tortured, enslaved, and in general brutalized THEMSELVES! You see, Culture Two had made a virtue of stoic resistance to pain, stubborn fortitude, that sort of thing. So when Culture Three came around, they had a problem. How were they going to impress everyone as being EVEN TOUGHER? Their answer? They would arrive at a battle, stand on a tall hill where everyone could see them and chop off one of their own limbs! Then they'd wave it around, screaming and shaking it at their enemies. It worked! It scared the hell out of their opponents! They ran like crazy! You could tell who was a real war hero back then by how few arms or legs he had left. War parades were quite different too. Instead of sturdy old warriors walking slowly past the reviewing stands they tended to roll, and at a good clip, too. To you, an inferior alien, this may seem bluntly stupid -- the product of a sick, primitive society. SNORT! You couldn't be more right! Culture Three was, as you can well understand, only the third Thraddash Culture and was therefore far from the tempered perfection you have encountered here and now.	Brutal!? You don't know the MEANING of brutal until you've heard the story of Culture Three! How brutal WAS Culture Three you ask? Culture Three was SO brutal that they maimed, tortured, enslaved, and in general brutalized THEMSELVES! You see, Culture Two had made a virtue of stoic resistance to pain, stubborn fortitude, that sort of thing. So when Culture Three came around, they had a problem. How were they going to impress everyone as being EVEN TOUGHER? Their answer? They would arrive at a battle, stand on a tall hill where everyone could see them and chop off one of their own limbs! Then they'd wave it around, screaming and shaking it at their enemies. It worked! It scared the hell out of their opponents! They ran like crazy! You could tell who was a real war hero back then by how few arms or legs he had left. War parades were quite different too. Instead of sturdy old warriors walking slowly past the reviewing stands they tended to roll, and at a good clip, too. To you, an inferior alien, this may seem bluntly stupid -- the product of a sick, primitive society. SNORT! You couldn't be more right! Culture Three was, as you can well understand, only the third Thraddash Culture and was therefore far from the tempered perfection you have encountered here and now.
NO! We will not answer any more of your foolish questions! Instead, you will answer OUR questions, such as who is responsible for those berserk red probes that keep attacking our ships? Are these devices your robot emissaries of death? Hmm? No! Don't answer, I can see it in your eyes. You've given it all away! SNORT! I know the truth now. The only thing that confuses me is WHY do the probes approach from the direction of Vega?	NO! We will not answer any more of your foolish questions! Instead, you will answer OUR questions, such as who is responsible for those berserk red probes that keep attacking our ships? Are these devices your robot emissaries of death? Hmm? No! Don't answer, I can see it in your eyes. You've given it all away! SNORT! I know the truth now. The only thing that confuses me is WHY do the probes approach from the direction of Vega?
No history! -- Back to the subject of the probes! We found one orbiting a strange planet in the Epsilon Draconis system. The planet causes our scanners to malfunction, producing a wildly colored image. The probe seemed to be studying it. Is this true? SPEAK, HUMAN! REVEAL THE TRUTH! CONFESS YOUR CRIMES! Well, if you will not cooperate we will have to extract the information from you in more painful ways.	Back to the subject of the probes! We found one orbiting a strange planet in the Epsilon Draconis system. The planet causes our scanners to malfunction, producing a wildly colored image. The probe seemed to be studying it. Is this true? SPEAK, HUMAN! REVEAL THE TRUTH! CONFESS YOUR CRIMES! Well, if you will not cooperate we will have to extract the information from you in more painful ways.
What can you tell us of your species?	What can you tell us of your species?
Talk! Bah, talk is for sissies, weaklings like those of Culture Fourteen. For ten thousand years, we Thraddash have fought and died, learned and improved. Then, along came Culture Fourteen which claimed that all this -- this perfect method... ...was wrong! -- that each time we violently transformed to a new Culture we inevitably blasted ourselves back at least five hundred years in development. Hmph! Some people just cannot accept the cost of progress. Indeed, the FOOLISHNESS of Culture Fourteen's peaceful whining was revealed when they were conquered by Culture Fifteen after only a ten year reign. And did the change to Culture Fifteen set us back five hundred years? NO! SNORT! Two, maybe three hundred years, tops. The short span of Culture Fourteen's reign is objective proof that as a way of life peace is a failure.	Talk! Bah, talk is for sissies, weaklings like those of Culture Fourteen. For ten thousand years, we Thraddash have fought and died, learned and improved. Then, along came Culture Fourteen which claimed that all this -- this perfect method... ...was wrong! -- that each time we violently transformed to a new Culture we inevitably blasted ourselves back at least five hundred years in development. Hmph! Some people just cannot accept the cost of progress. Indeed, the FOOLISHNESS of Culture Fourteen's peaceful whining was revealed when they were conquered by Culture Fifteen after only a ten year reign. And did the change to Culture Fifteen set us back five hundred years? NO! SNORT! Two, maybe three hundred years, tops. The short span of Culture Fourteen's reign is objective proof that as a way of life peace is a failure.
We wish to learn more about your Culture Nineteen.	So violent, Rhino-Dudes! What more can you tell us about your Culture Nineteen?
What!?! SNORT! MORE talk? It amazes me that you ever got out of the orbit of your home planet! Yak! Yak! Yak! -- Yammer! Yammer! Yammer! Sigh... very well, we will talk... for a moment. OUR Culture Nineteen is the most formidable EVER to appear in Thraddash space. Admittedly, Culture Eighteen said the same thing, but clearly they were WRONG! With our rather swift defeat by the Ur-Quan and subsequent enslavement we realized that it was time for a change! A new Culture had to be established! So, of course, we began a thermo-nuclear exchange to decide who would lead this new culture. We were all quite disappointed when the Ur-Quan in orbit above our homeworld launched waves of fighters who intercepted all our missiles. The Ur-Quan explained that slaves were not permitted to engage in such destructive conflicts so my people, being superior, introduced a super-lethal poison into our opponents' water and air thus ending the conflict, HARG! HARG! HARG! The Ur-Quan were not particularly happy about this resolution, and killed all of our leaders which under other circumstances would have started a larger inter-Thraddash war but the Ur-Quan appointed new leaders, apparently chosen at random and explained that further disobedience would result in the destruction of our species. Frustrating, huh?	What!?! SNORT! MORE talk? It amazes me that you ever got out of the orbit of your home planet! Yak! Yak! Yak! -- Yammer! Yammer! Yammer! Sigh... very well, we will talk... for a moment. Our Culture Nineteen is the most formidable ever to appear in Thraddash space. Admittedly, we said something similar about Culture Eighteen, BUT IT IS TRUE! With our rather swift defeat by the Ur-Quan and subsequent enslavement we realized that it was time for a change! A new Culture had to be established! So, of course, we began a thermo-nuclear exchange to decide who would lead this new culture. We were all quite disappointed when the Ur-Quan in orbit above our homeworld launched waves of fighters who intercepted all our missiles. The Ur-Quan explained that slaves were not permitted to engage in such destructive conflicts so my people, being superior, introduced a super-lethal poison into our opponents' water and air thus ending the conflict, HARG! HARG! HARG! The Ur-Quan were not particularly happy about this resolution, and killed all of our leaders which under other circumstances would have started a larger inter-Thraddash war but the Ur-Quan appointed new leaders, apparently chosen at random and explained that further disobedience would result in the destruction of our species. Frustrating, huh?
You mention the Ur-Quan. What is your relationship with them?	You mention the Ur-Quan. What is your relationship with them?
A foolish question! We are their slaves, dolt! What else would we be? When the Ur-Quan first appeared in our space over fifty years ago coming from the direction of the Ophiuchi stars we attacked them with gusto, zipping in to fire our Mark 6 blasters and then theoretically zipping back out to prepare for another attack run. SNORT! Unfortunately, before we could zip out our ships were either blasted to smithereens by the Ur-Quan's fusion bolts or were picked apart by the swarms of Ur-Quan fighter-vessels. You may wonder why we didn't use our afterburners to escape. The answer is simple. Fifty years ago, our ships had not yet been modified for this enhancement! It was not until 2143 that Maintenance Engineer Reeunk invented the afterburner effect when he accidentally stuck his cigar in the aft fuel valve of the ship he was working on. WHABOOM!!! The ship took off like a farg out of hell, and Reeunk was fried to a crisp. Yes, we remember Reeunk with much fondness. Of course, we have refined the device and now that our entire fleet has been fitted with the Reeunk Afterburners perhaps NOW the Ur-Quan will let us fight at their side as TRUE battle thralls.	A foolish question! We are their slaves, dolt! What else would we be? When the Ur-Quan first appeared in our space over fifty years ago coming from the direction of the Ophiuchi stars we attacked them with gusto, zipping in to fire our Mark 6 blasters and then theoretically zipping back out to prepare for another attack run. SNORT! Unfortunately, before we could zip out our ships were either blasted to smithereens by the Ur-Quan's fusion bolts or were picked apart by the swarms of Ur-Quan fighter-vessels. You may wonder why we didn't use our afterburners to escape. The answer is simple. Fifty years ago, our ships had not yet been modified for this enhancement! It was not until 2143 that Maintainance Engineer Reeunk invented the afterburner effect when he accidentally stuck his cigar in the aft fuel valve of the ship he was working on. WHABOOM!!! The ship took off like a farg out of hell, and Reeunk was fried to a crisp. Yes, we remember Reeunk with much fondness. Of course, we have refined the device and now that our entire fleet has been fitted with the Reeunk Afterburners perhaps NOW the Ur-Quan will let us fight at their side as TRUE battle thralls.
Why didn't you fight against the Alliance, and where ARE the Ur-Quan?	Why didn't you fight against the Alliance, and where ARE the Ur-Quan?
We wanted to, OH how we wanted to! After all, we were the first battle thralls the Ur-Quan enslaved in this part of space we thought we had priority!... But the Ur-Quan thought we were too weak to hold our own in the upcoming battles so they left us here... to guard the flank. If only we had been WHIMPER! stronger and less... SNARF! troublesome. Another reason the Ur-Quan wouldn't take us with them was because we kept picking fights with the new battle slaves like the Umgah blobbies, or those religious idiots, the Ilwrath. Where did they go, you ask? This is a secret, of course! We can't tell you! If we told you that they were fighting a secret war against a mysterious invader you might find some way to use that information against our masters. So forget it! No secrets!	We wanted to, OH how we wanted to! After all, we were the first battle thralls the Ur-Quan enslaved in this part of space we thought we had priority!... but the Ur-Quan thought we were too weak to hold our own in the upcoming battles so they left us here... to guard the flank. If only we had been WHIMPER! stronger and less... SNARF! troublesome. Another reason the Ur-Quan wouldn't take us with them was because we kept picking fights with the new battle slaves like the Umgah blobbies, or those religious idiots, the Ilwrath. Where did they go, you ask? This is a secret, of course! We can't tell you! If we told you that they were fighting a secret war against a mysterious invader you might find some way to use that information against our masters. So forget it! No secrets!
Hey, here's an idea! Go impress your Ur-Quan masters by attacking their enemy!	Hey, I've got an idea! Why don't you go impress your Ur-Quan masters AND show-off your Afterburner modification by attacking the Ur-Quan's enemy!?
WHAT FOOLISH STUPIDITY! HARG! HARG! HARG! WHY THAT'S AS DUMB AN IDEA AS -- what did you say? Attack the Ur-Quan's enemy? Help them win their war? Why that's a... that's a... THAT'S AN EXCELLENT IDEA! I'm glad I thought of it! We shall marshal our forces and leave at once! Stupid, human pitiful weakling dog, you have been helpful, so as a reward you may leave alive, and when we return from our glorious campaign we may even honor you with a retelling of the many great battles we shall certainly win. Until then, get lost.	WHAT FOOLISH STUPIDITY! HARG! HARG! HARG! WHY THAT'S AS DUMB AN IDEA AS -- what did you say? Attack the Ur-Quan's enemy? Help them win their war? Why that's a... that's a... THAT'S AN EXCELLENT IDEA! I'm glad I thought of it! We shall marshal our forces and leave at once! Stupid, human pitiful weakling dog, you have been helpful, so as a reward you may leave alive, and when we return from our glorious campaign we may even honor you with a retelling of the many great battles we shall certainly win. Until then, get lost.
The Ur-Quan will be mightily impressed by our combat prowess when we blast their enemies from space! We build up a charging fury! Stay out of our path!	The Ur-Quan will be mightily impressed by our combat prowess when we blast their enemies from space! We build up a charging fury! Stay out of our path!
Our individual skills, our superior fighting ships and our objectively correct political views are sure to impress greatly our Ur-Quan Masters! To Arms! SNORT! To Arms!	Our individual skills, our superior fighting ships and our objectively correct political views are sure to greatly impress our Ur-Quan Masters! To Arms! SNORT! To Arms!
Oh! The Weapons!! The devastating bolts of sheer energy! SNORT! The dark ships -- the Ur-Quan's enemies, they bow before our superior technologies! The morbid, relentless wheels of heart-pounding destructiveness are nothing more than an inconvenience! Oh, yes! I am sure that we are demonstrating to the Ur-Quan the worthiness of our excellent Culture Nineteen!	Oh! The Weapons!! The devastating bolts of sheer energy! SNORT! The dark ships -- the Ur-Quan's enemies, they bow before our superior technologies! The morbid, relentless wheels of heart-pounding destructiveness are nothing more than an inconvenience! Oh, yes! I am sure that we are demonstrating to the Ur-Quan the worthiness of our excellent Culture Nineteen!
We look forward to success! The way is challenging, but our Turbo-Thrusters are at 200% and our guns stand ready! We have engaged the dark ships and achieved victory! The Ur-Quan know we are here! SNORT! They see our valor!... ...unfortunately they also seem to be attacking us. We have tried to make contact with them on the usual Hyperwave bands, but to no avail. Even so, I am still quite sure that we are impressing them GREATLY!	We look forward to success! The way is challenging, but our Turbo-Thrusters are at 200% and our guns stand ready! We have engaged the dark ships and achieved victory! The Ur-Quan know we are here! SNORT! They see our valor!... ...unfortunately they also seem to be attacking us. We have tried to make contact with them on the usual HyperWave bands, but to no avail. Even so, I am still quite sure that we are impressing them GREATLY!
The great gouts of flame! SNORT! The accuracy of our shooting! We killed THOUSANDS... well at least HUNDREDS! It was wonderful! It was delirious! Those few of us who survived will have stories to tell for years to come. We were marvelous! SNORT! They shook and shivered when they saw us coming! They were so frightened of us, they froze in their tracks. That's how scared they were! Ah, such fighting! SNORT! We will not soon see the like again!	The great gouts of flame! SNORT! The accuracy of our shooting! We killed THOUSANDS... well at least HUNDREDS! It was wonderful! It was delirious! Those few of us who survived will have stories to tell for years to come. We were marvelous! SNORT! They shook and shivered when they saw us coming! They were so frightened of us, they froze in their tracks. That's how scared they were! Ah, such fighting! SNORT! We will not soon see the like again!
Oh, Yes! We have mightily impressed the Ur-Quan! We destroyed several of their enemy's dreaded black ships and severely damaged many more. Our losses? Well, yes, there were a few. But we are still very strong! Make no mistake about that!	Oh Yes! We have mightily impressed the Ur-Quan! We destroyed several of their enemy's dreaded black ships and severely damaged many more. Our losses? Well, yes, there were a few. But we are still very strong! Make no mistake about that!
WARNING! You have entered Thraddash Secured Space! There is nothing valuable here! Go away!	WARNING! You have entered Thraddash Secured Space! There is nothing valuable here! Go away!
Begone Stupid, Ugly Ones! SNARL! Leave before we break from our guard posts and give you a good Thraddashing!	Begone Stupid, Ugly Ones! SNORT! Leave before we break from our guard posts and give you a good Thraddashing!
Attention blustering fools! We have requirements which you will fulfill, NOW!	Your blustering does not impress me. We have requirements which you will fulfill, NOW!
Hunh? Hnyarg?! WHAT?! SNARL! YOU SAY WHAT?!!! Foolish, pitiful, small-headed being WE WILL DEEESTROY YOUUU AND EVERYBODY ON YOUR SHIP!!	Hunh? Hnyarg?! WHAT?! SNARL! YOU SAY WHAT?!!! Foolish, pitiful, small-headed being WE WILL DEEESTROY YOUUU AND EVERYBODY ON YOUR SHIP!!
I have secret weapons of great power. Submit, or be evaporated.	I have secret weapons of great power. Submit, or I shall evaporate your planet.
HARG! HARG! HARG! We like secret weapons! We will now give you the opportunity to give them to us.	HARG! HARG! HARG! We like secret weapons! We will now give you the opportunity to give them to us.
We wish nothing from you, save your friendship.	We wish nothing from you, save your friendship.
Perhaps, after we have made you our slaves, we can accomodate your wishes. Until then...	Perhaps, after we have made you our slaves, we can accomodate your wishes. Until then...