My Dear Children,

You have poisoned your planet. You have played with fusion weapons. You have irrevocably changed your DNA. You have created bodhrans, banjos, saxophones, and accordions. And you expect Us to be merciful to you? We have withheld Our wrath only because We expect you to see the error of your ways and reform.

Child Khandu and Child Tweed: We are becoming very, very vexed with you. Do not make Us come there and enforce a "Time Out."

As for your touted Ohioan, We assure you that he or she could not hold a candle (you should pardon the expression) to the gaseous discharge of a Mflxyan of what you would term Deneb VI.

Wishing you were here, We remain your humble and devoted servant,
TGO