Naturally they refuse like they always do, but I knew of a little thing called "Outer's plea" where a an alien to the Union may do what we humans like to call a filibuster, and talk endlessly about anything. the Unionites pride themselves of being master bullshitters, even so far as training themselves to withstand hours of useless jargon, but they have yet to meet me. The helmet works to my advantage as it relays everything I say in a monotone drawl. This annoys the crap out of them as they realize what I'm doing and that it means they have to sit down, shut up and listen to me for however long I'm going to talk. I first explained the rules of human poker, a favorite past time of mine. And then I linked that to the appalling conditions of the embassy. Suddenly there was my filibuster as I started going down the list of problems. Starting with living conditions I talked for 3 hours straight about how hard it was for me to stretch my limbs in my room. The delegates were getting uncomfortable in their small seats. Next I went on and on about the com services and how expensive it was. I would pause briefly for a drink, the delegates would look hopefully thinking I was finished, then resume much to their disappointment. 14 hours in, I am thanking the additions to my suit injecting endorphins in me so I don't feel my legs cramping up. The delegates have requisitioned blankets as even they realize that I am probably gonna go all night.