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.