Folks, these Trisolarans, they're bad news. They called me up and the phone, they said "Donald, Donald, you're a bug." And they were so rude, so rude! I told them "I'm not a bug, actually, and none of my very good friends are bugs. And we're not going to go easy on them, folks. We're gonna build big beautiful spaceships with rockets and missiles and lasers, so many lasers, and they're gonna be shaking in their boots. They're gonna be so scared they're gonna give us a big beautiful teardrop, so smooth and beautiful, to say how sorry they are.