I’m not going to hurt you.
Something is happening. And I believe it has been happening for some time.
He should have gone home a long time ago.
It’s a new world.
I’m glad you’re here.
And what would we get in return?
We just don’t know what we’re doing it for any more.
We been doing it so long, we don’t know any better.
We’ve known each other too long.
Maybe I’ve been doing this too long.
One minute he wasn’t here, the next he was.
Any idea how long he’s been here?
Nobody noticed anything out of the ordinary about him.
Sometimes I have to think hard to remember how they were.
Things are no longer the way they were, it is true.
He stood there for nearly an hour before going to bed.
It seems I have no choice.
Gone fishin’
It was the work of a master craftsman, but it seemed unlikely to be a miracle.
Let us show you what you have come all this way to see.
I have no idea why anyone would want to build a town here.
I don’t need a miracle.
He seemed entirely at peace.
Why let anyone else in on the secret?
What are they doing in there? Are repairs still going on? Have they given it up? Are they all dead?
Why are you so angry all the time?
The aliens have never made a hostile move against us.
Who the hell are you?
They kept themselves to themselves, in little ghettoes.
These are the days we live in, though.
They speak a language all their own, intelligible only to others of their species.
A fair fight. Fine.
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