in case you can't read what I wrote or can't tell....
[Even Later..]Condor:Gee, 2 pointless trips in ONE day!Who woulda thought...
Bouldra:Wow! Is THAT it?
Condor:It's HUGE!
Monty:Told ya so!
Condor: It's, like, the TECHNO-TITANIC!
(a beeping noise comes from a console near Spike)Spike:Whot's that?
Condor:It means sumone's tryin' to contact us, hold on...
(A thorn-head appears on the viewscreen..)
Rxunbar:THIS IS CMDR. RXUNBAR OF THE CONQUEROR XB12- STATE YOUR INTENTIONS BEFORE WE ANHIALATE YOU.
Condor:"XB12":This is the fighter 10783, representing Kevilax-You are infringing on our borders,state your claims and withdraw or we will be forced to kick your ass.
Rxunbar:INSIGNIFICANT VESSEL: WE ARE HERE TO CONQUER YOUR PRIMITIVE PLANET AND ADD IT TO OUR EMPIRE. YOUR POPULATION WILL BECOME ENSLAVED;SURRENDER TO OUR AWESOME POWER!!
Condor:Aw, that's nice. You're not bringin' any fruit are you? 'Cause we don't allow that. And about enslaving the populace? I'm afraid we don't allow that either...
Rxunbar:UGH! YOU PRIMITIVES TIRE ME! YOUR ARROGANCE WILL BE YOU UNDOING!(he pushes a button)
Monty:What's goin'on!?
Condor:We're bein' tractored!
(The 4 of them suddenly appear in Rxunbar's office)
Spike:How'd we get 'ere?!?
Rxunbar:Easy. I transported you.You primitives are so sure of yourselves, I've decided to make you a deal..
Spike: DEAL? Whot kind of a deal?
Rxunbar: A game. A tournament to evaluate your level of sophistication and intelligence. If I win, I get to enslave your planet.
Spike: And if WE win?
Rxunbar:I'll be on my way, and leave your planet alone.The tournament will take place in 3 days! AND THE ONLY PLACE TO STOP ME IS AT THE STEPS TO THE SUN!!NOW, BE GONE!