Proposal accepted,’” the Ur says, finally. “‘Your deaths are now optional. Our current influence upon and observations of city instantiation will be minimized where possible and negated entirely going forward.’” There is a pause, during which all of the New Yorks stare at each other and R’lyeh in confusion and dawning understanding. Then the Ur adds, reluctantly, “‘Sorry about all the murders. But we still don’t like you, so please leave.’”
