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The Inquisitor stands still, as he was for a while already almost laying atop his angled staff, slightly surprised as to the rush of the king, he now speaks with the slight intonation of the emotional, of happyness:
"Well, integration, duh! To become one, to unite, with mother! At least that's what she says, your golden society would be of great use to us, and the process is very easy, very painless, and is highly rewarding... I mean, you don't have the point of view I do, but if you want it right now I guess I can call them."