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She would make a fine Viltrumite.

He highly advises against that, but wishes her luck.

He squints at this action. " what is this? "

Hovers down in front of the READER, staring. " You, is this earth? "

He floats down, landing softly. Staring at the other. " Are you the Viltrumite that's been sent here? I've come to bargain refuge for me. " Even standing, this viltrumite was towering in height.

Why is she staring?

" And to you, lady. "

Hm, he understands. He knows his race isn't the nicest.

" I see, a half-viltrum. What is your name, son of viltrum? " The taller man walk towards Mark, the light finally shining on his face.