“Have you ever known me to fail in any undertaking on the planet Poros?”
“No,” the ant-man wrote in reply.
“Have you ever known me to be untrue to a principle, a cause, or a friend?”
“No,” Doggo replied.
“Then,” Myles wrote, “let us make your daughter queen in fact as well as in name.”
“It is treason,” Doggo wrote in reply, but this time he did not tear up the correspondence.
“Treason?” Myles asked. If he had spoken the word, he would have spoken it with scorn and derision. “Treason? Is it treason to support your own queen? What has become of the national pride of the once great Formians? Look! I pledge myself to the cause of Formis, rightful Queen of Formia. Formis, daughter of Doggo! What say you?”
This time, as he tore up the correspondence, Doggo signified an affirmative. And thus there resulted further correspondence.
“Doggo,” Myles wrote, “can you get to the antenna of the queen?”
The ant-man indicated that he could.