Prologue
'So how can we trust you?' asked the beast
'Well you'll just have, won't you?', Replied the silhouetted man.
The man stood looking out a set of large oak French windows, the sunlight silhouetting him.
'So it's true, another civilisation does exist?' inquired the beast.
'Yes, a completely backwards one at that. It will be like a massive moving buffet.' Replied the man.
The man then poured two glasses of whisky and handed the passed it to the beast.
'To prosperous futures,' growled the beast.
'And to old scores settled.' Added the man.
And to that they both raised a toast and downed there drinks.