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At last the significance of that tube, pointed at my chest unhesitatingly, broke through my stunned thoughts. I dropped my axe, held out my empty hands in a gesture of friendliness.
"Can't we be friends?" I smiled, knowing full well my language would not be understood, but hoping that my tone might.