Slowly he turned...

Aaaaggghhhhh!

Such terribleness to be close to ground at small annoying enemy size! Perhaps even smaller...must think fast and try niceness....

Oh, Esteemed Komrad Mold--uh--Moai, ten thousand pardons for historical annoyances! Shall we say truce and make parleys for olden times? Truly I jest in previous days with you...ha ha...please to stand a bit more distance from me...ha ha...