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The wise one stares at his spy screens which show the anitquated ship above, raising shields and bringing weapons on line. "Well now it seems these infernal, pesky, intruders are preparing for some type of aggressive infatuation with our illustirious FartPoint. Ok, if thats what they want, heheheehhe, then they shall reap that which they attempt to sow.. ahahahhah, laughs the wizen old one.

At that moment, LH#69 enters the inner sanctum of the control room and reports that she has received a message over the inter galactic express communicator. Apparently a group of what appears intelligent beings are requesting a get together to help irradicate the musky ones cluttering up our space. That is most obliging of them replys the Old Great One, send them that we accept their kind offer and to submit those lucious sounding LH clones immediatly. LH#69 rushes back to her communications room.

LH #2, make sure our screens, weapons, and the secret ooze weapon are on line and ready to commence there most destructive implementation upon them the minute that old rust bucket up there fires.

The old one records a message for LH#69 to send to this supposed Jean luc le Grand Chat Kat .

LH#69 sends the following msg to the ship above

There is nothing either intrinsically right or intrinsically wrong about liberty or slavery, democracy or autocracy, freedom of action or complete regimentation. It seems to us here on FartPoint that the greatest measure of happinsess and of well being for the greatest number of entities, and therefore the optimum advancement toward whatever sublime goal it is toward which this cycleof our existence is trending in the vast and unknownable scheme of things is to be obtained by securing for each and every individual, the greatest amount of mental and physical freedom compatible with the public welfare. We of Fartpoint warn you that any interruption of these fundamentals upon any of our race shall be construed as an act of war which shall be profusely pursued against those perpetrators of such despicable actions...
"LH69 Send it.

The humble old gentelman presses a switch on his console which in turn lets loose the unestimatable power of the bartookis beam, which snatchs the bar and ales from the landing party and returns it to within the confines of the immense fortrress.

In addition, he pushes another button which sends out a small pointent beam at the turncoat mayor, ZAP, mayor no more... heheheh

LH"3, what is the status on our cloaked fleet of Battlemoons? They are cloaked and directly above and below the intruder sir, she replys. The old one leans back, releases some essance of methane modules, and smiles......