Well, with everyone now on the same side, perhaps you're planning to invade yourselves for a change. I find the idea curiously appealing. Once you've finished killing each other, we can plow under all the buildings and plant rows of flowers that spell out the words "too annoying to live" in letters big enough to be seen from space.
We have to do it without killing a guard, without raising any alarms, and without anyone noticing that she is gone. For my next trick, I shall fly around the room under my own power.
Why is it that we always break up our history by the wars, not the years of peace? The Hundred Years War, the War of 1812, the first three world wars, the Dilgar War, the War of the Shining Star, the Minbari War, the Shadow War—why the war and not the peace? Because it's exciting. And because on some level people like to see something big fall apart and explode from the inside out. And right now, John, we're that something.