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.