Since you're being so generous, I won't say much more," Bald said: "As long as my people are in the top eight. Of course, if your people can't deliver, don't blame me."
Fatty waved his hand: "It's great when things are like this. Everyone gets along and we make money easily—great."
The sinister guy also expressed his opinion: "I know all of you have invited experts from an Extraterrestrial Planet. Hey, I'm not one to fight without assurances! But I agree, we must join forces this time to eliminate the other contestants and prevent them from threatening our people."
His grim gaze swept over the others: "We must unite during the competition, but behind the scenes, we can't let anyone else have it easy. This way, we are more confident of achieving good results."
"Good!" Old Hill said to the others, "Since everyone is committed to cooperation this time, let's have a toast to wish for a pleasant partnership, shall we?" Four glasses clinked together, then they drank it all in one go.
