Tagon: You have to at least gloat, and give us some clue as to what you are doing.
Gasht'g'd'g'tang: No, I don't think I do.
Tagon: Then how are we supposed to turn our escape into the beginning of the end of your plans for galactic domination?
Gasht'g'd'g'tang: Escape? You've ben watching far too many of your ancient earth entertainment melodramas. What, I suppose you were expecting to sneak out through the air ducts?
Tagon: Typically that's how we would get in, now that you mention it. But since we're already here...
Gasht'g'd'g'tang: Foolish humans. The air ducts are quite secure, I assure you.
Tagon: Okay, He's gloating. Now's our chance!
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