Zok danced around his invention and chortled the way only an Andromedan espionage agent can do when on the verge of intellectually assassinating a species that might have, one millennium, challenged his own race for control of this part of the universe. Smoothly transforming into the ungainly shape of an earthling, he tucked his schematics under his arm and left for the patent office while the first television hissed static malevolently in the background.