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[[On the Star Beast...]]
Dexter: The Greys are about to attack!
Patty: We've got to think of something!

Physaric Spokesman: We are not in a position to flee; there is no clear avenue for escape. We have little choice. We will fall back to the planet and take up defensive positions.

Trish: Y-you c-can't do that!
Dr Granger: Those other aliens just said they're going to "sanitize" the planet! You'll take _us_ with you!

Physaric: What _other_ option can you present us with? The "Greys" will not listen, we cannot escape... your planet is our only hope for survival. I am truly sorry, but what other choice do we have?