 Well, not much anyway, General Brock. Oh, I've got a few hazy ideas, but nothing really worth mentioning. Oh, that's too bad, too bad. I've managed to stall off martial law until tomorrow morning. That's about as far as I'll be able to push. Well, that still gives me some time. Time? That's the enemy I've fought all my life. Action's the thing. Which accounts, I imagine, for all these trophies on the walls. Oh, the animal head. Collected in Central Africa over a good many years. Nothing any fool couldn't do.