 Now our two races could be friends. We could also be deadly enemies. We were a monstrous menace to them and they to us. And the only safe thing to do with a menace is, of course, to destroy it. This truce. Weeks and weeks. It started to get the crew. Mr. Dort, I'm busy. Still calculating, Captain. Let's see, where was I in thinking? How do we establish friendship without risk of treachery, hmm?