Yeah, cool. Just to be clear, when you do end up twisting whatever justification you have into a mobius strip to invade other worlds yourself, I'll still be there to call you a big fat hypocrite to your face before giving you a taste of your own medicine—nonlethally—and kicking you off the planet.

Peace, jackass.

[They flash an angry peace sign at Cami before activating Time Compression. And in a blink of an eye they're in their cockpit again, taking off while rolling their eyes.]