Back at the table ...
IP2: So you didn't die? TVD: No, IP is just a little paranoid. Let me tell you about this time I got drunk at has apartment ... he has this ridiculous granite bust there ... IP comes back from the bathroom slowly, and sits down at the table, tense. TVD: So, how would you guys feel if some country was just letting you kick it around like a paper bag? IP2 began covertly recording on a device in their pocket. TVD: Wouldn't you feel frustrated that they didn't defend themselves better? What kind of politics and cultures would you force them to hold? IP2: Oh you mean like badly-abused-third-world-nation? IP: It sounds sad. I would be kind and protective of such a country. TVD: I don't mean badly-abused-third-world-nation. I mean _your_ _country_. IP: You're trying to brainwash us! I can recognise it now! TVD stared at IP like they were a clown on a unicycle in the middle of a battlefield.