NARRATOR: Three cubic meters of hydrogen later...
Oafa: My skin is whole again. I regain lift-breath.
GEN. TAGON: Well, good. I'm sorry I wasn't able to dodge.
Oafa: Our meeting was not to be dodged. You are a flying human, and you are also a Tagon.
GEN. TAGON: I'm Karl Tagon, yes. And I'm human, too. But humans, we don't really fly. Not like you do. Our trajectories are strictly ballistic.
Oafa: Yes! All your flights are doomed, and yet you launch repeatedly!
GEN. TAGON: Well, that's just how most everything in life goes, isn't it?