"In any case,"
Davis lightly smiled after propping his first wife on a pedestal, "I trust that everyone can see that I treat every race equally without disparaging or insulting them, unless, of course, one particular individual, no matter the race, is my enemy, in which case it is normal for me to roast them into oblivion, both physically and mentally. However, I don't want to force anything, even out of unwillingness to happen. I'll give you all an hour's worth of time. Decide whether the three races want to unite or continue on with the status quo."
