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[[Nega-Nick is sitting and talking to the Physaric that emerged from the syncytium pool after he did.]]
Physaric: You are not saddened by this news? Your planet has been destroyed!
Nega-Nick: It's a trick. He's too much of a goody-goody to blow it up. It's not "my planet" anyway...

Physaric: I fail to understand...
Nega-Nick: [interrupting] I don't expect you to. You blobs of $%&@ don't know how to look at the big picture.

Nega-Nick: [angrily, pointing at the alien] See, that's one thing we "primitive" humans have over ALL of you aliens: IMAGINATION. You have fleets of ships that span parsecs, but WE have the ability to fantasize, to dream...

Nega-Nick: [grinning evilly] And when *I* dream, I dream BIG.